As Fatimah said, we were piecing our killer together, step by step. His height, his face, his fetishes. The way he murdered.
Now I had to figure out how he was tracking his victims.
Gebriel and I were going full force on the travel and wedding-planner thing. We had fifteen detectives out there following up leads. Now that we had a facial characteristic, we went back to the guests, combing them for a guy in a beard who might have been trolling around.
I felt confident that some aspects of this widening search would yield results. One of the guests would have noticed someone. We would discover a travel agent in common, a leak somewhere. Or one of Isaiah’s searches would come up with a match.
The following morning, Hartwig called in. “Sparrow Ridge vineyards... it’s owned by a group here
