Chapter 8

"Patrick, you need to swing by the station. There's something you gotta see."

Looking like he'd been through a storm, Patrick showed up at the station.

The detective chief handed him a newly arrived package.

"No clue who sent it, but it's got a portrait inside," the chief said. "It's got your style written all over it."

Patrick's eyes widened in surprise as he finally took in the sight of the painting before him. He was utterly dumbfounded.

"Where did this painting come from?"

The team leader shook his head. "No clue. We've grilled the delivery guy, but he's just as clueless about the sender. No return address either. We think this painting might be tied to the killer's motive.

"However, our digging turned up nothing. We've got photos of Yasmine as a kid, but that's it. No information about her parents. So, I kicked it upstairs and put in a request to pull the classified files."

When they hit a dead end on the parents in the files, it usually meant one of two things: either the