Chapter 11

“I’ll go,” Jeremy said, rising from his chair.

Brendan shook his head and gestured for him to sit down again. Satisfied that Jeremy wasn’t going to run away, he pushed talk and brought the phone to his ear. Haas immediately greeted him with, “I’ve got some bad news.”

He kept his features immobile as Haas described the scene, the mirror images to the tattoo, the discrepancies as well. “We won’t know for sure until the tox report comes back,” Mike said. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if he drugged her first. There’s no sign of a struggle, not on the body, not in the store. It’s possible she knew him, though, but considering what happened to you, I’m leaning toward sedation.”

“That’s if he’s working alone.”

“Right. As far as we know, there could be two of them. Or more. There’s just not enough evidence for us to form any kind of theory yet. Did you know this girl?”

“No, not really. I’ve been in there a few times, but I’m not a regular. And I don’t know any of the employees by name.”