“No, I just…”

“You want a ride?”

When they got in the car, Frank turned and looked at her.

“Everything okay?”

“Everything’s great.”

Royce gave her a penetrating stare, glanced at Frank, and shrugged.

When Katie got back to the hotel, she stripped off her clothes, took a hot shower, and nearly scrubbed herself raw. She rested her head against the tile wall of the shower and let the water pour over her.

What do I do now? Tell Frank and Royce? Let them follow Shaw? Stop him from killing somebody? From being killed?

That’s what she should do, Katie knew. But it wasn’t that simple. What if she was wrong? What if Shaw found out she’d betrayed him? Yet she hadn’t promised not to tell. He’d never asked her not to reveal her suspicions.

She got out of the shower, dressed, and put on dark clothing. She couldn’t snitch on Shaw. But she also couldn’t just stand by and let him destroy what life he had left.

She called his room. When he answered she hung up. He was still there. Two minutes later she was in the lobby sitting in a high-backed chair waiting for him to come down.

An hour later he did. He headed out. And so did Katie.

THE FIRST TWO HOMES Shaw checked out weren’t the ones. From a distance Katie watched him enter the places only to come out of each a few minutes later. At the third house, however, a stone mansion in McLean, he didn’t come right back out. In fact, he didn’t come out at all.

Katie checked her watch. Ten minutes had gone by. This must be the jackpot. She slipped out of her car and crept into the house the same way as Shaw had – through the back door. Her heart was hammering in her ears as she threaded her way down the hall. She almost tripped over something that was in her path. It was all she could do not to scream.

Is it a body?

Is it Shaw’s body?

As she groped around with her hand, she felt the overturned chair in front of her. As her eyes became accustomed to the dark, she noticed other things too, things that shouldn’t have been where they were, including a smashed photo on the floor. She picked it up, squinted at the picture. It was a man with a young boy.

She put it down and edged along the hall. A box was on the floor. She bent down to see what it was. The box turned out to be empty, but it looked like something had been kept in there. Was this Shaw’s doing? Was he looking for something she didn’t know about? Was there someone else in here and all this debris evidence of a struggle? She really should just run, but what if Shaw were hurt?

The door was up ahead. She clutched the knob, took a breath, and eased it open. It was a bedroom. A large one. The master suite of this McMansion.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the figure in bed. He was propped up on pillows. The weak moonlight that came through the window allowed her to see. The man looked like he was still screaming. But he wouldn’t be screaming anymore. Katie had seen corpses before and this was one.

She turned to run.

And smacked right into a human wall.

Shaw clamped a hand over her mouth.

She stared up at him fearfully, every inch of her body sliding into spasms of terror.

He removed his hand and motioned to the body. “He’s dead.”

Katie slowly nodded, her eyes still wide with a look of terror.

Realization spread across Shaw’s features and then was replaced with anger.

“Check the body, it’s already cold.”

“No, that’s okay.”

He pushed her toward the bed.

“I believe you,” she said, turning back to him.

“No, you obviously don’t. So go see for yourself.”

She edged forward. Shaw followed her.

“He’s in full rigor,” he said. “That happens about twelve to twenty-four hours after death. I’ve only been in here for fifteen minutes.”

More curious than scared now, Katie touched the man’s arm. It was like a rock. His skin was ice.

“What killed him?”

He pointed to the pillow where she could see dried stains.

“Gunshot wound to the back of the head.”

She stepped back from the bed and gazed around the room. Shaw had a flashlight that he used to sweep the area. Furniture was overturned in here too and there were drawers pulled out and contents dumped on the floor.

“A struggle?” she said. “A search?”

Shaw pointed toward the closet. “Look at this.”

They stepped inside the room. In the back a portrait was hanging off its hinges. Behind it a chunk of wall had been ripped out, revealing a cavity.

“My guess is there was a safe there. Whoever did this took it with them.”

“So it was just a burglary that went wrong? The dead guy is fully dressed. He might have come home, stumbled on them, and they killed him.”

He stared at her. “You really believe that?”

“No.”

“Good. Because it’s all been staged. Just like everything else in this whole damn thing.”

“But this is the right house, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “I checked the car in the garage first. Sticker’s on the back. And there’s a slight scratch on the back panel that I noted from the video. It’s the right car.”

“And the dead guy?”

Shaw picked up a photo that was on a shelf and shone his light on it. It looked like the guy on the video.

“It’s the owner of the house. Richard Pender,” said Shaw.

“We better get out of here.”

“No, I want to finish searching the place first.”

“Shaw, what if we get caught?”

“You can leave.”

“Damn it, do you always have to make everything so complicated?”

“I didn’t ask you to follow me tonight.”

“How do you know I was following you?”

“Maybe it’s the fact that you’re standing in this house with me right now.”

“I could’ve come here on my own. I can memorize addresses too.”

“If you had memorized the addresses you’d know this was Pender’s house. And last but not least, I saw you about a dozen times tonight in your car following me.”

“Wait a minute. If you knew I was following you, why didn’t you stop me? Or try to lose me?”

Shaw started to say something but then stopped. He looked away, and said quietly, “I’m no murderer.”

“I’m glad you realized that.”

A brief moment passed, and then Shaw asked, “Are you going to help me look or not?”

“I’ll help. Let’s just make it quick.”

A half hour later they’d found nothing of any use. Richard Pender owned a firm called Pender amp; Associates. Shaw had never heard of it. They got the office address from some letterhead they found in a desk drawer.

Katie stared at the paper. “I know this name for some reason.” She thought for a moment and then shook her head. “It’s not coming.”

They left out the back door.

Or tried to.

They never made it.