Chapter 540

Wednesday morning, Conner arrived at work to find Sloane waiting in his office, looking completely at home in Conner’s chair with his feet stretched out atop the desk, his cell phone pressed against his ear. Sloane grinned and held up his index finger, signaling he would be through in a minute. Conner plopped onto the leather visitor’s chair beside his desk and waited. He hadn’t spoken to Sloane since Saturday, when he had relayed Jo Hegan’s information about Christy DeMars, but he didn’t need to be a detective to know Sloane’s visit was not a social call. Sloane’s presence meant only one thing—some new development in the case. Either Miller and Sorenson had come up with something important, or else the killer had struck again. Conner prayed it was the former, but he had a sinking feeling it was not.

Sloane was doing a lot more listening than talking, but from the little Conner could hear, he was talking to someone back at headq