CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Mackenzie could barely even remember being exhausted earlier in the morning. Ellington making the wise demand that she get some rest very late at night was a distant memory. Because as she headed back for the precinct and called Ellington, she was suddenly wired. She felt this case coming to a close. More than that, she felt time pushing against her like a tide as she did everything she could to ensure that a fifth couple was not killed.
Ellington’s voice chimed in her ear as he answered the phone. “Hey,” he said. His voice was neither dry nor cheerful. He was clearly still upset but getting over it.
“I spoke to Alexa again this morning,” she said. “She told me about another couple that was connected to all of the murdered couples. I just finished speaking with the
