Good to know, but not at all helpful to me at the moment. I stood there a long time, gaze unfocused as I studied the highs and lows of passion and power within the city, but there were no trails leading in or out of anywhere we'd found a body. Our cannibal was a lot better at hiding his tracks than I was at following them. I felt like I was just a step too far behind, like I could track him if I could only catch up just a little more. I wished to hell I hadn't flattened out the cold marks he'd left beside Karin Newcomb.

Next time. Next time I'd know better, but next time meant somebody else would already be dead.

Billy said, "Anything?" quietly from just behind me. I startled out of my reverie and blinked over my shoulder at him before shaking my head. He put his phone away and pointed a thumb at our table. "In that case, you might as well eat dessert before it melts. And then we'll try my idea."

"Your idea is to consign me to consumer hell?"

I balked in the doorway of an outdoors store, which was to say it sold outdoors equipment, not that it was outside. If it had actually been outside it might've been less overwhelming; there wouldn't be three visible stories of canoes, bicycles, skis, winter gear, tents, campfire utensils, hiking boots and backpacks. And those were just the things I could recognize. There were hundreds of items within eyeshot that I simply had no name for, and no earthly idea what their use might be.

The whole place made my heart beat too fast, like it was actively dangerous. Grumpiness didn't so much creep over me as bludgeon me, and I tried to back up, trusting the door was an escape route. "I don't like shopping, Billy. Especially in giant warehouses filled with a million things I can't possibly need."

Sadly, the door was blocked by my partner, and made a lousy escape route after all. He prodded my spine to drive me forward, and I dragged my feet as I went. "What are we doing here? I guess if I'm going to go play bait I need equipment, but the department must have some." That didn't really seem very likely, now that I thought about it. "Or they could borrow it from Fish and Game, or something. I'm not spending eleven thousand dollars on setting a trap."

"I just want you to meet someone."

"Who, a psychiatrist?" Not that an outdoors store struck me as the most likely place to find a head doctor. A guru, maybe, but not a shrink. "Look, I know it's not a great idea, but we have to do something."

"Hey, Billy!" A tall, athletic brunette woman in the store uniform of a polo shirt and khakis leaned over the second floor wood railing and waved. Billy waved back, and she swung herself around the railing corner and took the stairs down two at a time, like a kid. I was torn between liking her instantly and utterly distrusting her, though the latter impulse came from the suspicion that she was the shape of my doom. She was close to my height, and her hands, one of which she offered me to shake, were bigger than mine. "Hey, I'm Mandy Tiller. You must be Joanne. Billy called a while ago to say you were coming by."

She turned and socked Billy's shoulder hard enough to make a meaty thump. "Good to see you, Holliday. How's Mel? How're the kids?"

"They're all good. Mel says hi." Billy rubbed his shoulder, smile a little pained as he explained to me, "Mandy's oldest son is in Robert's class. We've been doing field trips and class picnics together for years."

A tiny spark of recognition shocked me. "Jake Tiller? I met him one time over at Billy's house. He looks like you." They both had long jaws and sandy-gold skin that offset light eyes, though Mandy's hair was darker than her son's.

Mandy's smile lit up. She wasn't quite pretty, but the smile was terrific. "That's him. He's a good kid." The smile went away as fast as it'd come, worry pinching the space between her eyebrows. "Billy says you guys are on that cannibal case. He says you need a wilderness guide to try and flush the guy out."

I opened my mouth, shut it again, glanced at Billy, then looked back at Mandy with my own eyebrows elevated. "Yeah, I guess I kind of do."

She nodded once, somehow making it a stern expression. "I can take a quick break if you want to go over to the coffee shop with me and talk about it."

"I'll never say no to coffee." The three of us trundled out of the store, and I felt my stress level drop. It probably said something about me that I would prefer to discuss trapping a killer than face the prospect of shopping in a big box store.

We ordered what turned out to be more-than-passable coffee and sat around a table as far away from the other patrons as possible. Mandy said, "Sorry, I don't have much time, so let me tell you like it is. I know the news story only broke this morning, but for a big city with a lot of people, the real wilderness types are pretty close-knit. We don't all know each other, but it's like two degrees of separation, not six?" She nodded when we did and kept going. "So it's not like we haven't been talking about this among ourselves for weeks. It's gotten bad enough that the last week or so almost nobody's going out, or if they are they're going up to Canada to do their hiking and weekend camping. We're talking about a lot of green freaks here, people who avoid driving when they can, so that should give you an idea of how uncomfortable we are."

I said, "Maybe that's why this morning's body was found in Ravenna Park. The hunting in the wilder areas is getting scarce," to Billy, who nodded. I liked that idea better than the one about the killer looking for me.

"I haven't gone out since the second body was found," Mandy said. "Jake's dad and I are divorced, and there's no way I'm risking leaving him alone. That said, Billy wouldn't have called if he didn't need help, or if he didn't think you could make a difference. Do you think you can catch this guy?"

Truth, rather than reassurance, popped out: "I hope so. What I can do is make sure you're not going to get hurt out there." Mandy looked unhappy. I couldn't blame her. "Maybe there's somebody else, somebody without kids—?"

"Plenty of people. The problem is they're mostly guys."

I said, "Ah," after a moment, while Billy looked between us in bewilderment and demanded, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means guys are a lot more likely to get overprotective if something bad goes down," I said when it was clear Mandy wasn't going to explain. Billy started to look offended and I raised my coffee cup to stop him, then took a sip. It really was pretty decent coffee. "Say you're Generic Joe the Hiker. You're bringing a woman, somebody who hasn't done much hiking before, out on a trail for the first time. You happen to know she's a fourth dan in kung fu, but while you're out there a nutjob appears out of nowhere and attacks her. What do you do?"

Billy, just like I had earlier, opened his mouth and shut it again. I said, "That's what I thought."

"I would just let her kick his ass," Billy muttered sullenly. I laughed and reached over to pat his shoulder.

"I know you would, but you're a member of a specially trained elite force, and you're more likely to remember that your girl Friday there has a black belt. But most guys with an ounce of decency would act to protect the girl. In this particular case, working with somebody whose first instinct is to duck is going to be safer for all of us."

"So it's a date." Mandy still didn't look happy, but she sounded determined. "I don't work tomorrow, Detective Walker, so if you're free then, I'd like to get this over with?"

"Just tell me where to meet you."

We made arrangements, and I, heroically, went home and went to bed.