CHAPTER TWELVE
How can he know? Carly wondered as Lyle drove the short distance between the Medical Examiner’s quarters to the Cannon House Office Building.
Congressman Chapman’s cryptic words over the phone had been riveting.
“I know who the next intended victim is.”
“Me.”
But then he had demanded that they come to his office and had hung up without explanation.
She asked Lyle, “Do you think he really knows something about the killer?”
Lyle shook his head. “Hard to tell,” he replied. “People come up with some pretty strange ideas when they’re grieving. His daughter was just murdered, so he could be in some kind of shock.”
“I guess they could have been very close,” Carly said.
“I’ve never met Chapman,” Lyle told her. “But I’m sure he’s the reason we’re on this case. And that makes
