CHAPTER 13
NEW SCOTLAND YARD AND ADDISCOMBE, LONDON
Brittany Shepherd gazed under her long lashes at Jacob Vance without letting him notice. She had seen him in this mood in the past when a particularly complicated case frustrated him, but never to this extent. Shepherd mused that it was thanks to Vance that she had found her niche in life. He was easily the best boss she had worked for, a man who listened and valued the opinions and input of his colleagues without ever pulling rank. Since he had such an incisive mind, he resented being unable to c***k this case.
He broke into her reflections in a voice heavy with annoyance. “Maybe we’re approaching these murders from the wrong angle, Shep. We have three victims on our hands and not a trace of Bethany Tibbet. Perhaps we should go back a
