Chapter 8

Dylan nodded.

“Okay. So how do we get from two years ago to these two women’s deaths and snapdragons?” Chris asked. “Did Darton leave snapdragons?”

“No,” Ron said. “He usually bought random flowers on the way to his victim’s place, anything pretty.”

“Gentleman,” Chris said with a nod. “The Gentleman Killer.”

Ron nodded.

Dylan let out a heavy sigh. “All we have to go on is that maybe Garoutte wasguilty. Maybe Darton didn’t do it or didn’t act alone.” He shrugged. “Darton is still in prison. We’ve lost the trail on Garoutte, though.”

“It’s not the cops who are getting the photographs and the threats, it’s us, all three of us,” Ron said. “Maybe someone’s bitter about us catching Darton and wants to see if we can do it again.”

“And if the killer wanted to hurt us,” Dylan said, “you’re connected to both of us and could be who he sets out to hurt.”

Chris turned to Ron. “Who would know that you call me Snapdragon other than us and your family?”