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"We have a murdered woman who was found on a rug we've traced back to him."
Isaac scrunched his nose."How have we been able to trace it to him?And Medlin said to hold off until the forensic report came in."
"The tech guys can dig up a deleted ad, right?So we could've gotten to Sam, and he could've pointed us to him."
"Except Sam didn't know anything about him."
"The tech guys could've found it."He got up and headed to Medlin's office.He rapped his knuckles against his open door."We need the tech guys to find the Facebook ad for the rug."
Medlin only nodded and tapped away on his computer."I've put in a request.I gave them Sam Neace's name after he'd confirmed."
They should already have found it then."And it'll take how long?"
Medlin looked up."You most likely won't have it until tomorrow."
"Fuck."
"Map his life, then go home."
"It's taking too long.We should move in now."
A headshake."Covering our asses.We can't question him based on what some psychic said.We need the trail.We can't take him to court if there's a risk of evidence suppression."
Nikolai didn't think anyone would care about which end of the yarn they started to untangle."Will they want to know how we got the trail?"
Medlin shrugged."Maybe, but it's not illegal to use a psychic's word to start digging.If Gabriela Montes' mother had said she bought the rug off a Facebook ad, we'd have searched for an ad."
"But she didn't."
"Nope, but we're still searching for an ad."
Nikolai went back to his desk and read through everything he could find about Nathaniel fucking Altman.
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Chapter 18
Frode did laundry.He cooked.He cleaned his kitchen.He talked to Captain Scratch.He went through every channel on the TV at least three times.And he sighed a lot.
Fucking hell.
He tore off his gloves and threw them on the coffee table, groaning as the air caressed his fingers.
For about half an hour he sat there and stared blindly as experts talked about tonight's NHL games about to start.Hockey.It was the perfect distraction.
He wanted a beer, but then he'd have to put on his gloves, and he was reluctant to.
A few minutes later, headlights lit up the room through his window.He didn't care if it was Hjalmar or Nikolai.For once, he was glad someone was coming.
It took another minute or two before there was a knock on his door.
"Come in!"Maybe it was stupid to invite an unseen visitor, but he didn't want to put his gloves on.
The door opened and Nikolai scowled at him."For fuck's sake, Frode.You can't ask people to walk right in."
"I knew it was either you or Hjalmar."He looked away from Nikolai as the rink came into view on the TV.The teams were getting ready for the puck to drop.
"You couldn't know.What if it'd been him?"
