CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Mackenzie was about to get into the shower the next morning when her cell phone rang. It was just after six in the morning, the time of day when any call coming to an agent likely meant something big…or discouraging. Ellington, still asleep in bed, jerked awake at the sound. Still naked from the night’s activities, Mackenzie grabbed her phone and saw Tate’s number of the display.
“Good morning, Sheriff,” she said.
“Agent White, we’re pretty certain we’ve got a guy that fits your description. And I think you’re right. I think we were all coming at it from the wrong angle right from the start.”
“Who’s the suspect?”
“A local guy named Jimmy Gibbons. Twenty-nine years old, a noted left-handed guy. He also has a reputation for dressing sort of grungy. Has a preference f
