CHAPTER NINE
Leblanc hurried into the conference room behind Katie. They’d decided to use the closest hotel to make the urgent call to Peter, hoping that Melany might have shared some important details with her boyfriend.
The warm, carpeted room had a small table, six chairs, and an oak-paneled wall at the back.
As he entered the room, Katie cast him a sad look.
"I hate this," she murmured. "I hate it."
Suddenly, Leblanc felt a tug of emotion, in his heart and gut. He wanted to embrace her and to say everything would be fine, but he knew it wouldn't, and wasn't going to be. Not for a while longer. Not until this killer was caught.
"It's going to be okay soon," he said. It was all the reassurance he dared to give.
They sat down and set up their laptops and phones. Then Katie dialed P
