CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Lizzie and Joe continued going through Frank’s office a day later.
“How did your trip to the courthouse go?” he asked her.
“Well, the clerk was able to confirm what you thought. That seven-digit number matched an old case number in the archives. She said it would be a few days before the copy was ready to be picked up though. What about your actives? How’s all that going?”
He ran his hands through his hair. “Definitely all seem connected,” he said after a long pause. “They gave me copies of their case files. Manner of death was all over the place – gas explosion, accidental drowning, car wreck. But every single scene had the same weird little item in it.”
“Gonna call in the FBI?”
“Gonna have to, I think. At least for a profiler consult. Because right now, there is ab
