35Maggie guessed Agent Turner was on his third slice of pizza by the time she had managed her first bite. Her appetite had taken a nosedive. The note bothered her more than she was willing to admit. Not only had the killer been watching but also he’d been pleased to see her emptying her stomach because of his “work.” It wasn’t unusual for a serial killer to want credit for his method or handiwork as if he were an artist or a performer. It was however, a bit nauseating to be singled out.
Cunningham had already started marking his signature whiteboard with lines and bullet points, ready to fill them in. When Dr. Gwen Patterson walked into the conference room he stopped and turned. Maggie wondered if she was the only one who caught the look Cunningham and Gwen exchanged.
Maybe she was mista
