“I’m sure, but thanks.”

“Catch you next time, then.” Brendan paused, then asked, “Say, you still unofficially working on Dylan’s case?”

“The file’s still open, so yes. I’m still taking a look at it.”

“Find anything we missed?”

“No. Nothing yet.” She smiled pleasantly in spite of the fact that Brendan’s attitude seemed annoyingly patronizing. “But then again, I haven’t had much time. It’s been a busy week. I promise I’ll let you know if we learn something new.”

“Were you able to find that agent you were looking for? What’s her name…”

“Melissa Lowery.”

“Yeah, her. You find her yet? Has her report turned up?” He stuck his hands in his pocket and struck a casual pose.

“No.” She glanced at Will, but as he gave no indication of having any knowledge of Melissa’s whereabouts, she followed his lead. For whatever reason, he didn’t seem inclined to share whatever information he’d found.

“I’ll keep asking around. Maybe she’s been in touch with someone. I can let you know.”

“Thanks, Brendan. I’d appreciate it.”

Annie fingered the piece of paper in her pocket. “And thanks again, Will, for the directions.”

“Anytime, Annie.” He slapped a friendly hand gently on her back. “Anytime…”

Annie walked with the two men to the elevator, her patience put to the test while the car stopped three times on the way to the lobby. She wanted nothing more than to open the folded sheet of paper and see what Will had found for her, but was forced to wait until she’d said good-bye to her coworkers. Once in her car, she opened the paper and read eagerly.

Grinning, she refolded the paper and stuck it in the top of her purse. She’d known Will wouldn’t let her down.

Melissa Lowery was living in West Priest, Montana, as Mariana Gray. Will hadn’t found a phone number, but he’d found an address.

The minute Annie arrived at her apartment, she checked the travel website for flight connections from Seattle, where she’d be at a conference from Tuesday afternoon through Wednesday night, to the airport closest to West Priest.

“Looks like that would be Great Falls,” she murmured as she studied the flight schedules.

The Wednesday-night flight wouldn’t get her in until late, and she’d still have to find a place to stay. But if she booked the 6:00 a.m. flight on Thursday, she’d be in Great Falls by 12:30. She could rent a car and be in West Priest-thirty-five miles according to a map she located through Google-by three. West Priest didn’t appear to be a very big town. Surely someone there would know Melissa.

A few clicks of the keyboard later, she’d booked the flight to Great Falls, a room at the closest motel for Thursday night, just in case, and a flight to Philly on Friday morning. Satisfied with her arrangements, she checked her e-mail before logging off the computer, hoping for some word from Connor, but there was nothing.

She showered and dried her hair and wrapped herself in her favorite robe, then went into her small bedroom she used as an office. She sat on the edge of the desk to listen to her phone messages.

“Annie, it’s Will. I didn’t want to say anything about Melissa in front of Brendan-no particular reason except that I figure if she’s taken such pains to disappear-and believe me, it wasn’t easy finding her-well, she must have a reason. Makes you wonder what she’s hiding, doesn’t it? Or from whom?” Will took a deep breath. “Anyway, you missed a hell of a party. All the Shieldses were out in force-except Connor, of course-though it started breaking up earlier than I’d have expected. Andrew apparently has a late date, and Grady has already downed his limit and has gone home, so that leaves me with Brendan, Mia, and Chloe Snyder, you remember her? Well, keep in touch, hear? Have a safe trip to the West Coast, and good luck connecting with Melissa. Let me know what you find.”

The line went dead and she erased the message. The next was Evan. “Annie, give me a call when you get in.”

One hang-up, and another message from Evan.

She dialed his number and counted the rings. On the fourth, right before the answering machine picked up, he answered.

“How was your meeting?” he asked.

“Long. How was the press conference?”

“Pretty much what we expected. Did you have time to look over the letter from the killer to Fox News?”

“I don’t have a copy.”

“I faxed it to you.”

“Oh.” She crossed the room and took several sheets from her machine’s in-tray. “There are a couple of faxes here… wait… yes, it’s here. Want me to look at it now?”

“If you have a minute. But hurry up, I have news I’m itching to share.”

“The fax can wait, then. Did you hear something from Chicago?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “This cop-he’s a detective now, Don Manley-has been looking into the case for months. He said he has several files he thinks I should take a look at.”

“Are you going to meet with him?”

“I’m flying out first thing tomorrow morning. He said he didn’t want to discuss it on the phone, but if I came out there, he’d tell me everything he knows.”

“Sounds intriguing.”

“I am so antsy to talk to this guy, Annie. It sounded as if he’s got some really hot information.”

“Sheridan’s okay with you going out of town for a day or so in the middle of the investigation?”

“Sheridan’s attention right now is on Jackie Weller’s case.”

“How’s that going?”

“They’ve interviewed everyone at the country club and the pool company; no luck there. Apparently, there was some mix-up in scheduling with the owner of the landscaping company, but I understand they’re on for first thing tomorrow morning to talk to his crews.”

“I’m starting to feel they’ve pushed the limits on this, Evan. This guy’s gone what, over a week without another body turning up? He’s got to be due. He’s got to be jonesing for a kill right about now. If they don’t get him within the next twenty-four hours, they’re going to have another dead body on their hands.”

“Unfortunately, I think you might be right.”

“What information did they release to the press?”

“Only that they had traces of carpet fibers, years, makes, models of possible vehicles. Nothing about the grass clippings, though.”

“Good. That’s how they’ll nail him, you know.”

“You FBI types think you know it all, don’t you?”

She knew he was teasing but felt compelled to defend herself anyway.

“Hey, you study behavior, sometimes patterns emerge. Sometimes you read the patterns correctly, sometimes you don’t. It’s part science, part art. Neither is exact. You just do your best to read the signs and hope you’re interpreting them correctly.”

“Annie, I was joking.”

“I know.” She sighed. “I guess I’m just giving you the speech I wanted to give Sheridan the other day.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I guess because ultimately, he’s your boss.”

“Don’t ever let that stop you. I’m a big boy.”

“Okay, then, how about I felt it would have been unprofessional and borderline rude to correct him in front of the others.”

“That’s much more acceptable.”

“I have news, too.” She curled up in the chair and pulled her legs up under her. “Will found Melissa Lowery.”

“He really is good, isn’t he?” Without waiting for an answer, he asked, “Where is she?”

“Montana, living under the name Mariana Gray. I’m going to fly there on Thursday morning. I’m praying she’ll talk to me, and that she remembers what she put in that report. If I’m really lucky, maybe she’ll have kept a copy.” Annie bit her bottom lip. “That’s assuming she’ll talk to me.”

“Why wouldn’t she?”

“I don’t know. She’s gone to such lengths to conceal herself out there, even changed her name. That’s pretty extreme.”

“Maybe she just got stressed out with the whole routine, you know? It wouldn’t be the first time someone opted out of law enforcement and just tried to start their life over. And you know, she could have gotten married, which would account for the name change.”