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Оглавление“How is that even possible?”
“We can show them a photo of the jacket to try and confirm,” Nash suggested.
Porter shook his head. “We can’t show them a picture of a dead girl.”
The three of them stood outside the Davieses’ graystone, their breath creating an icy fog between them.
“There is no way someone had time to kidnap Lili Davies, put her clothes on Ella Reynolds, and bury her under the ice at the park. There is no way. There just isn’t enough time.” Porter shuffled his feet. The temperature must be in single digits. “That means he would have been out at the lake during daylight hours, while it was open. Somebody would have seen him.”
Nash thought about this for a second. “In this weather, the park is nearly deserted. The only real risk would be when the unsub carried the body from his vehicle to the water. Unless someone got close, nothing else would really jump out as a red flag. He would just look like some guy out by the lagoon, maybe ice-fishing or something. If he set up with a fishing pole, I bet he could spend the day without anyone giving him a second glance.”
“Logistics aside,” Rodriguez said, “what’s the point?”
Porter and Nash exchanged a glance. They both knew serial killers rarely had a point, at least not one that made sense to anyone but them. And although they only had one victim, if she tied to this second missing girl, they might be looking at a serial.
“Do Ella Reynolds and Lili Davies know each other?” Porter asked Rodriguez.
Rodriguez shook her head. “Her parents only knew the name from television.”
“We should check with Lili’s friend Gabby,” Porter suggested. “What time did she leave for school?”
Rodriguez glanced at her notes. “Quarter after seven.”
Nash closed his eyes and crunched the numbers. “That only allows about twelve hours from the time Lili disappeared to the time Ella was found frozen in the lake.”
“Look at you doing math.” Porter said, and snickered.
“If this is one guy, he’s fast. Efficient,” Nash said.
Porter turned back to Rodriguez. “Sophie, right?”
She nodded.
“Go back in and search the girl’s room. Look for anything out of the ordinary. Get her computer — check her e-mails, saved documents. Look for a diary, photos . . . You find anything at all, you call me. Find out her route to school. Does she walk or get a ride? With friends or alone? Got it?”
Rodriguez chewed on her bottom lip. “What does this mean for Lili?”
Porter wasn’t ready to go there. He turned back to Nash. “Let’s go wake up Eisley.”
