Page 116 of Sworn to Silence
“Tell me about the evidence.”
“In addition to the blood evidence, a BCI tech found a shoe believed to have belonged to one of the victims. A bloody length of baling wire. A knife that fits the specs of the murder weapon.”
The news shocks me. “Don’t you think that’s just a little too neat? Think about it. He hasn’t left a single clue behind and all of a sudden he leaves all this stuff at his own property?”
“Kate.” Surprise ripples through me when he wraps his fingers around my upper arms. “Stop. It’s over. We got him.”
I meet his gaze. “Jonas didn’t do it.”
“Because he’s Amish?”
“For God’s sake, John, he doesn’t drive. He couldn’t have been driving that snowmobile.”
“Or so he says.”
“He doesn’t fit the profile.”
“Profiling isn’t an exact science.”
I sigh, wishing I could be satisfied the way everyone else seems to be. “Did you run the modified MO criteria through VICAP?”
He groans in exasperation. “Anyone ever tell you you have a hard time letting go?”
“I want to look at the reports.”
“Look, I told the analyst not to bother, since we made an arrest.”
“John, please.”
He sighs. “You’re wasting your time, but I’ll call her back and ask her to e-mail them to you.”
“Thank you.” Raising up on my tiptoes, I kiss his cheek.
“They want me back in Columbus, Kate. I came to say good-bye.”
This shouldn’t come as a surprise, but it does. “When are you leaving?”
“I’m packed. I was going to take off tonight.”
In the last couple of days John has become an unlikely ally. He’s been a source of support and information. I realize he’s been a friend, too. “I’m glad you came by,” I say.
One side of his mouth hikes into a half-smile. “You just wanted to pump me for information about the case.”
“That, too.” I like his sense of humor. I wonder what it would be like to have him in my life. “I was just getting used to having you around.”
“Most people just want to get rid of me.”
I laugh outright, but I’m suddenly uncomfortable. I’m not very good at farewells. I can’t meet his gaze. I start to turn away, but he reaches out and stops me.
“We left something unfinished earlier,” he says.
“You mean the kiss?”
“For starters.”
He leans into me until his body is flush against mine. My heart pounds like a metronome run amok. For the first time in days, thoughts of the case leave my head, and my entire focus shifts to John. Lowering his head, he brushes his mouth against mine. His breath smells of peppermint. The kiss is gentle, but not tentative. Pulling away, he slides his hands to my face. “I’ve been wondering what might have happened if we hadn’t been interrupted.”
“I probably would have chickened out.”
