Leon turned away again. “How long has he been there?”
A pause. “And he's still registered?”
Thallia's mind was already moving. Jake Mercer had gone to college with Lawrence Kessler. Lawrence Kessler was in Olympia Springs and Jake was dead.
She could see the same connections forming behind Leon's eyes.
Coincidence was still possible. So were a dozen innocent explanations.
And then there was the other possibility. The one neither of them was ready to say aloud.
Leon ended the call a minute later. “Send me everything you've got. Thanks, Don.”
He slipped the phone back into his pocket. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Thallia looked toward the road leading out of town.
“Lisa's death really was ruled an accident?”
Leon nodded. “Single-car crash. The investigation found no evidence
