CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
The drive home was filled with regrets.
If I’d only shot to kill, Avery realized, I could have saved Finley. If I’d figured out his name and address earlier, I could have saved that last girl.
No matter how many times she reviewed the night—the boat coming in, the angles of the shots—it was already over. Everything had played out like it was supposed to play out, Avery realized. She just couldn’t accept it.
She called Thompson.
“What do you got?” she demanded. “Who is he? Where is he from? Why did he do it?”
A long silence came, followed by a sigh.
“Perp’s name is Samuel Juanez. Worked in her store, years back. No record. Not a blemish. Everyone who knew him said he was the friendliest employee they’d met. Never any problems. Not one.”
Avery gasped and let it si
