39Mark shifted in his seat. He was uncomfortable sharing the interview room with such an attractive woman. He couldn't figure out where to look. Jessica O'Connor was a magazine cover type of girl. She was a pinup, a fantasy for men like him and there she was, chewing on her lower lip, solving all the murders for them.
She'd already handed the computer over. Adams hadn't been interested in the evidence. He rapped his chewed fingertips on the desk and listened to her explain what she had found. Her husband had been missing for several days. He was obsessed with the murders and then there were the pictures. It all made sense, but one of the pieces of the puzzle looked trimmed down to make the picture work, even Mark could see that.
“And you brought it to us as soon as you found it?” Adams a
