Archer had been murdered, and her boyfriend had also been killed in the same manner.
Now that Melanie Farrell was dead, would her boyfriend also follow suit? If the killer acted on the same time line, he could wait months to kill Melanie’s lover.
That means I have time to talk to him, to warn him.
To save him?
Cooper didn’t follow her lurk order. He stepped closer to her. “You need to tell me why we’re here.”
“I did.” On the motorcycle ride over, she’d yelled to him—twice—that she was following up on a lead. Her hand lifted and rapped against the apartment’s door. She’d called and said she was coming by. The guy had been home an hour ago.
“A boyfriend,” he said.
Still not lurking.
“I talked to Melanie’s friend at work. Melanie’s family didn’t know about the guy, but if you’re in deep with someone, the best friend always knows.” It was a woman’s rule. “Melanie called once and had Trish pick her up from this place. I did a little dot connecting, and I found the single guy in the apartment building who fit his description.” A guy who was still not answering the door. “And voilà, I got him!”
“You got him,” Cooper repeated, voice roughening.
She nodded but froze when she heard the distinct sound of glass shattering. That sound had come from inside the apartment.
Her fingers curled around the doorknob and she jerked, hard. “Mr. McAdams!”
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