CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carly peered over Detective Brown’s shoulders to read the words on the victim’s cellphone:
Hi Lisa. Wanna play?
That was just the first in a string of three short emails. The reply was:
Sorry Rod. Evenings work better for me.
The final one said OK. Later.
That was all. But those brief lines held the attention of all three investigators.
Pointing out the times of the emails, Lyle commented, “These were exchanged about an hour ago.”
“Right about when the girl was murdered,” Brown said. “This has gotta mean something. But what about the name—Lisa instead of Bianca?”
“I don’t think these were sent from either of their regular email accounts,” Carly observed. “Look at the names on the addresses.”
The name on the two emails Bianca had received was “rodohorn.” And the n
