Chapter 20
Though Derek insisted he needed him to stick around for a statement, Gideon took off for the kitchen, blocking out all the scents of food and blood and dust filling the condo to concentrate on finding Lizzie’s scent. Jesse was right on his heels, but he didn’t say a word as Gideon stood in the middle of the room, eyes closed as he focused.
The cook had singed the shrimp for the cocktails.
One of the women had been menstruating.
Another had been wearing Hanae Mori.
And there it was, overlaying all of them, the scent so similar to Emma’s, laced with fear and anger.
With long, determined strides, Gideon followed it to the back door, stepping out in the night. The frigid air intensified the trail, but the winter provided fresh aid. Lizzie’s hurried footsteps gleamed in the bro
