CHAPTER TEN
Sadie tapped her fingers impatiently on the desk as she sat next to Linden, waiting for his computer screen to load the results of their search for local owners of the make of Jaguar that Linden had identified. The killer may well be from out of town, or even using a stolen car, but it gave them somewhere to start from at least.
So far, they had nothing else. Not only had the killer left no DNA or fingerprints, but the profile for the mysterious Brett was proving a hard nut for the FBI cyber team to c***k. A terse phone call from their cyber expert had let Sadie know that their search analyses had so far yielded nothing, not even a basic IP address.
“Brett” had safeguarded his real identity with sophisticated firewalls and encryption, indicating that their killer was either
