CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Once the creepiness of the abandoned house and the doll it had been hiding had worn off, both Mackenzie and Ellington were able to properly appreciate the fact that they now seemed to be on to something. Granted, they were only on to something because someone—presumably the killer—had left a hint for them, but it was better than nothing.
“I just don’t get it,” Ellington said from behind the wheel. They were once again following Rising, this time out to Bellevue. “Let’s assume that doll and the paper were left there by the killer. Why in the hell would he want to help us?”
It was the same question that had been eating at Mackenzie. She had a theory that felt right but also a little complicated. “I still think it’s all about the tea party theme. He’s setting something up.
