CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
She heard the shower running when she entered her apartment. She also saw Ellington’s gym bag at the front door, meaning that he had just gotten back from working out. She was glad to see that he was still staying active rather than moping around the apartment, wallowing in his bad fortune.
She let him enjoy his shower without bothering him. While she waited, she went into the bedroom and fired up her laptop. She had sent the case files from her phone to her personal folders on the FBI directory. She pulled them up, scrolling through them for anything she might have missed. Each case—Malory Thomas, Kenny Skinner, and Maureen Hanks—was cut and dry. The only thing that kept jumping out to her was the change in scenery. Of course, it made sense that the killer would chang
