And with that, she left the room, with Wyckoff as escort.
“Captain,” Paul said. “Stay with her. She might be right. But let’s not take chances.”
He rolled his eyes but nodded.
Paul laughed after the door closed, and he turned back to the man behind the desk.
“Do you think she’s right?” Tremont said. “Did you stir things up that badly?”
“I think when our predator got word that Mary Ayek was looking for her granddaughter, he knew he’d screwed up,” Paul said slowly. “For four years, he’s found his victims among those no one cares about. And this one? Someone was looking for her. He didn’t know her by name on Monday. I don’t think she used her name in her first foray into APD, or maybe they just didn’t pass it on because they didn’t recognize it. But when I started asking questions at the
