Chapter 131

INT. - TRUMAN HOUSE - NOON

Gerri almost put her fist through the wall beside Cici's head when the therapist made the very bad mistake of showing her face. "I have no idea," Gerri said. "But the fucking symbol drawn in human blood on the kitchen wall seems to suggest that might be the case." She leaned into the nervous therapist. "Not to mention the Truman's boy is missing and presumed kidnapped. What do you think, Doc?"

"This is all my fault." Well, she had that right. Gerri's temper dipped a notch, enough she could focus on listening to Cici and not hurting her. "I underestimated him."

Gerri ground her teeth together while Binks interrupted.

"Detective." She turned to face him with a loud tsk. "Found something."

She crossed to him, boots thudding on the tile floor. Binks pointed out a smudge on the ceramic with the tip of a tiny plastic spatula. "Looks like the same powder I found at the Schaefer murder scene."