Sheriff Okafor met them at the station's back entrance, her expression tight with the particular controlled urgency of a woman who'd learned, over the past month, to take every strange development in Ashford Hollow with dead seriousness.
"Evidence room's secure for now," she said, leading them through a corridor Wren hadn't seen on her first, far more chaotic visit weeks earlier. "I doubled the lock protocol the second Desmond called. But secure for a county sheriff's office isn't the same as secure against somebody with real resources, and I think we all know that."
"Any luck identifying her," Cruz asked.
"Plates traced to a rental out of the regional airport. Registered under a name that came back clean — too clean, if you ask me. No history beyond six months old, which in my experien
