Page 85 of Race to Save Her

“Okay. And I have another idea. The finger,” he said. “Just play whatever word pops into your head…”

Katie wasn’t sure what he meant or if it was going to be productive, but she was going to join in.

“Finger.”

“Taunt police. Like pointing a finger at us.”

McGaven nodded. “Arm at Heritage.”

“I’m here and you can’t catch me.”

“Cisco rescue.”

Katie flinched a little bit. “I can get to you and your dog.”

“Shelby.”

“Victim.”

“Patricia.”

“I can get to any woman I want,” she said.

“The cabin.”

“I’m going to make your life pure hell.”

“Martin Sills.”

“Expendable.”

“Attorney Devaroux.”

“Ha ha, faked you out.”

“The hotel.”

Katie paused. It was so multifaceted what had happened—and her behavior had been more than reckless.

“The hotel,” he repeated with a serious expression, watching Katie.

“I’ve been watching you and you can’t catch me.”

McGaven leaned back in his chair.

“So what was the purpose of that?” she said.

“I pulled out aspects to this case that you made immediate responses to—so now you’re in his head.”

Gav was right. “I’ve been thinking about the killer. He seems to have knowledge about construction, specialized hardware, bone-cutting devices, and how to dismember a body.”

“Your point?”

“When you sell specialized things like these you have to have a license. And if you’re in construction, you have to have a license.”

“I get where you’re going, but…”

“Run a list of license holders and their addresses and see what shakes out,” she said.