sister. I’ve called, but it keeps going to voice mail.”
“Did you find Cassie McBride’s purse on the premises?”
“There’s a purple bag on the kitchen counter, why?”
“The killer came after her at the hospital. I’m trying to figure out how he knew who she was since she claims he didn’t see her face.”
“Wait, so she saw him, called for help and took off with a dog in her arms?”
“That is correct. I’m wondering if the perp took her wallet, which was how he identified her.”
“I saw a wallet on the counter.”
Nate went to the kitchen where Cassie’s wallet, made from colorful duct tape, lay next to a bright purple bag. Cassie probably made the wallet herself, he mused. A few inches away he spotted a key chain with small charms: silver cross, flower, Union Jack flag, Eiffel Tower and kangaroo.
Fingering the keys made him wonder about the killer.
“Vaughn?” he called.
She popped her head out of the bedroom. “Sir?”
“Are we thinking the suspect escaped on foot? There were no cars in the area other than Cassie’s.”
“Someone spotted a black sedan at the Snoquamish trailhead. We’re looking into it,” Vaughn said.
“Good.” He redirected his attention to Cassie’s wallet.
He started to analyze the contents. Her round face smiled back at him from her driver’s license. The killer would only have to glance at the license to determine Cassie’s name and address.
Nate’s fingers dug into the plastic wallet.
The address on her license was the farmhouse.
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