Our flight back to San Francisco left at 4:00 P.M. I hated, hated to leave without a name. Especially when I felt we were so close.
Somebody famous.
Kinky.
Why were they protecting her?
Anyway, we had accomplished a lot in just two days, it was clear to me that all three murders were committed by the same person. We had a strong lead tying him to San Francisco, a possible identity, a confirmed description. The trail was warm here, and would grow ever hotter when we got home.
Both investigations would proceed locally. Cleveland would contact Seattle police to do a search of the brides home. Maybe something in her personal effects, and address book, E-mail in her computer, would divulge who her San Francisco lover was.
Waiting to board our plan out of Cleveland, I called my voice mail
