CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Dylan Connelly showed up with Thompson. They were with two other officers Avery had seen around but had never officially met.
Rose was dressed and seething on the living room couch.
“I’m being held prisoner!” she yelled at the police as they walked in the door. “Can you get this crazy psycho mother out of my room!?”
Connelly had a concerned look on his face.
“What happened?”
“I broke the killer’s code on the second letter,” Avery said. “He gave us a list of dates, dates that wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else. Rose’s birthday was on it.”
“How many dates are we talking about?”
“Hundreds.”
“Hundreds?” Connelly noted. “What if it’s just a coincidence?”
“It’s not a coincidence. He wanted me to find it. He’s targeting Rose. She’s a mutable sign. He’s already kil
