“Well, I imagine that’s all there is to—”
“Something else, Quinn.”
“What?”
“With Snow’s clothes off on the autopsy table, I recognized our perp’s work. I knew it struck me as familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Then I got the photos, and… You probably don’t remember when Delilah Carson was killed last year. She was a party girl, and a lot of them die. No one notices or cares.” He met my gaze. “I have friends who knew Delilah, who worked with her. She was sliced and diced in pretty much the same way as Snow.”
“Oh God, Mark, I’m so sorry. Are you… are you going after the man who did this?”
“I don’t know. I may have to, but…” He blew out a breath, and I took his hand and twined my fingers in his.
“If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know.”
“Thanks, babe.” He brought our ha
