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Nothing.

Exchanging a glance with Caitlin, he pounded with a fist. “Willie? Hey, Willie, are you in there?”

Not a sound from inside. Concern flooded Caitlin’s features. “Maybe he’s ill and can’t come to the door. I think you should go in, Chase. He might need help.”

She was right. Chase pounded on the door once again. “Willie, I’m coming in.”

He unlocked the door, stepped inside. And froze.

Willie lay facedown on a large throw rug, his head at an unnatural sideways angle. An incredible amount of blood soaked the thin rug. Chase’s stomach lurched. From his vantage point, he could see that Willie’s throat had been cut.

Just like the man in the park. Just like Kevin.

Chase backed out and pulled the door closed.

“Chase?” Caitlin sounded worried. “Is everything okay?”

Chase swallowed hard. “We’d better call 9-1-1. Willie’s dead.”