And the way he paused, the way those warm brown eyes fixed on hers, Naomi knew worse was coming.
“Say it.”
“I think he used her as a surrogate, his first, because of those similarities. It may be he couldn’t get to you, so he substituted. And then found the high of the kill, of taking those substitutes. Along the way he evolved, he learned, he refined.”
“Mason, that’s ten years. You’re talking ten years.”
“Initially, his kills would be more spread out. Months, even a year between. He’d experiment with method, study you, study Bowes. He may be competing with Bowes, and Bowes had a twelve-year streakthat can be verified. You and I know it might have been longer.”
Couldn’t sit, couldn’t, so she pushed away from the desk, paced to the window, drank in the view of the water.
The peace of it, the colors blooming in light and in shadow.
“I don’t know why, but if I believe it’s been ten years, it makes it less intimate. This isn’t about something I did, something I didn’t doXander was right. I’m the excuse. God, I asked myself so many times in the first couple of years after that night in the woods what I’d done or didn’t do to make my father hurt all those girls.”
“I did the same.”
She glanced back at him. “Did you?”
“Yeah, I did. Of course I did. And the answer was nothing. We didn’t do anything.”
“It took me a long time to accept that, to push away any blame. It’s not going to take me as long now. Not with this, not with him. And he’s not going to get away with using me as an excuse to kill.”
She turned back. “He’s not going to get away with it.”
“Brooding time’s over?”
“Damn right, it is. Ashley. Liza would have been the same age as Ashley when I found her.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” Considering, Mason sat back. “It might have been a trigger. Not necessarily the exact age, but the college student. You saved a college student. Now you’re a college student, and he goes there to kill you, or a surrogate. To finish what Bowes had started.”
Mason rose. “I have to get into town. What I’d like you to do, when you can, is go back over that period when Eliza Anderson was killed, the days before it happened. Try to take yourself back there, the routineclass, work, study, social life.”
“I barely had a social life, but all right. I’m going to do whatever I can to help you find him. And, Mason, when you do, I want something.”
“What?”
“Something I couldn’t do, just couldn’t do, with our father. I want to talk to him.”
“Let’s catch him first.” But Mason went to her, wrapped his arms around her before stepping back. “You and Xander? Things are okay there?”
“Why?”
“You were yellingboth of youwhen you came up here yesterday. And you were still off and upset when you came down again.”
“He pisses me off so I won’t panic. It works. Most of the time. He said he’s in love with me. Well, he didn’t say it, he shouted and swore, and worked it into that. And I don’t know what to do about it.”
“What do you want to do about it?”
“If I knew that, I’d do it.”
“You know.” He poked a finger in the center of her forehead. “You’re still brooding on that one. I’ll let you know if I’m going to be late.”
Alone, Naomi considered brooding on that one a little longer. Instead, she sat behind her desk again, dug out files.
And took herself back to college.
She spent two hours, made notes before taking her camera and going outside for a break. Dirt-covered and joyful, Tag paused his love affair with the landscapers to race to her.
“Sorry about that!” Lelo called out. “He’s sure having fun, though.”
“It shows.” Resigned to carving out time to bathe the dog, she took pictures of the crew setting pavers. Another of the one she thought of as Mr. Hunktall, golden, built, and currently sweaty, stripped to the waist and leaning on a shovel.
Hunks at Work, she thought, immediately seeing a series of photos. Maybe a calendar, she thought, remembering Xander working on an engine, Kevin with a nail gun.
She spent longer than she’d intended, taking candids, devising poses. Then she left the dirty dog with the exterior crew and went back inside.
Back in her studio, she grabbed a bottle of water, texted Mason.
Give me the next in line, chronologically. I’ll organize notes on the college years and have them for you tonight.
Within minutes he’d emailed her two names, two dates. One eight months after Eliza Anderson he’d termed a possible, and the other, nearly eight months after that, termed probable.