was cold. He was wet clear through after a quarter of an hour. She’d been out in the weather several times that morning. And though he knew that one did not catch a cold from being wet, it was still a miserable feeling.
At one point, he had gone over to her to suggest that she wait in the car. “I can turn the heat up. There’s a blanket in the trunk. It would not be much, but it might warm you up a bit.”
Lizzy had looked at him for a moment. Her lips had curled at the corners in a small smile. Her eyes, though, those deep blue eyes, had remained haunted. “Denke, Isaac. I appreciate it. But I would not feel as safe so far away. I might be cold here, but I have two police officers close by. No one would try to harm me here.”
How did one argue with that? Isaac jogged back to continue searching. In his mind, though, her words played over and over again. If he had any doubts about her telling the truth, which he hadn’t, they fled. No one would stand out in the cold to feel safer if it weren’t the truth, he reasoned. Plus, her eyes held far too much knowledge of the dark side of the world.
Ten minutes later, he found his first proof of the shooter’s presence. A bullet had lodged in the side of the building. He ran back to his car and grabbed some tools from his trunk. Carefully, he dug the bullet out and put it in an evidence bag.
Encouraged by what he found, he continued his search, meticulously scouring every inch for any sign of disturbance.
“Yo! Isaac! Got something!” Ryder shouted across the parking lot.
Isaac hurried over, careful not to step on anything useful.
“What do you have, Ryder?”
Ryder indicated the gravel at his feet. “Something was definitely pulled through here. Something big.”
Like a body. Isaac narrowed his glance at the ground. Ryder was correct. Something had been dragged through. He looked closer.
“Ryder, look here.” He pointed at a spot on the ground. “I think we have blood.”
Grabbing evidence bags and their phones, they went to work taking pictures and collecting samples of both the gravel and the blood. They might not be able to use them. They didn’t have the fastest DNA lab available to them. Nor was DNA always reliable.
It might not have been much. Unfortunately, it was all the evidence they had.
As they were walking back toward the cars, Isaac noticed something that had escaped their notice earlier. Under the bushes, lying on the ground, was a black baseball cap.
Lizzy gasped. “That looks like the hat that Bill was wearing when he picked me up this morning.”
They carefully extracted the hat from the bushes and added it to their evidence. There was an unusual design on the front. It was only partially there, though. It looked like someone had tried to rip it off, but missed some of it. Unfortunately, the part that remained was not part of any logo that he recognized.
“I can’t even tell what logo this is supposed to be. Can you tell?” Isaac frowned as he pointed it out.
The other cop shook his head. “No. Not with so much of it gone. Maybe it’s the logo for the place where he works. Or maybe a sports team of some kind. It’s possible someone will recognize it, although I’m not sure if there’s enough for that.” He snapped a picture of it.
“We’ll have to ask around, see if we can find anyone who recognizes it. Right now, I am going to take Lizzy into the station to see if she can identify our shooter. As long as I’m heading in that direction, I’ll take this stuff back to the station.”
Ryder gave him a thumbs-up. “I will start seeing if anyone recognizes this logo.”
In the car, Isaac turned the heat on and handed Lizzy a blanket. “I apologize that this is taking so long. As soon as I can, I will get you to your family’s house.”
“I understand. If I had thought about it, I would have asked to grab my bag from the trunk before the car was towed away.” She was silent for a moment. “Do you think that maybe this guy will forget about me?”
He did not want to answer that question, mainly because he didn’t like the answer that he knew he had to give. However, Isaac would never lie. He despised dishonesty.
“I don’t think he will forget about you, Lizzy.” She turned her pale face to him. “Right now, you are the one person who can identify him. He won’t forget that.”
Nor was he likely to let her go.
* * *
Lizzy regretted asking the question the minute the words left her mouth. It was too late to call them back. One look at Isaac’s face, though, and she knew what the answer would be. Had known it before she’d asked.
Once again, she was a target. For no other reason than that she had been in the wrong place. She was trapped in a weird nightmare and had no choice but to let it play out before she could be free from it.
The trip to the Waylan Grove station was silent. At some point, she dozed lightly, lulled to sleep by the rhythm of the car. A hand on her shoulder startled her awake.
She sat up with a shriek, her fist flying out to defend herself.
Belatedly, she realized where she was. When she saw Isaac rubbing the side of his head, she felt guilty.
“Sorry.” She had never been so mortified.
“Don’t worry about it.” He dropped his hand and smiled. “I should have known better than to jostle you awake like that.”
“That’s no excuse. I tend to startle easy.”
He nodded. “I will keep that in mind.”
Isaac left his side of the car, loping around to open her door. “Let’s get this done.”
The Waylan Grove Police Department was bigger than the LaMar Pond one, but not by much. The open desk area where the officers sat was similar, as well. They entered, and the conversation softened to a low buzz. Isaac led her past the desks and into a room near the back. He left briefly to talk with one of the other officers, then he returned. He flipped on a switch and indicated that she could hang up her cloak on the rack in the corner.
“I doubt it will dry by the time you leave, but maybe it will a little.”
It was sweet of him to be so concerned about her.
A few minutes later, a female cop walked in. Lizzy looked at the bag she was carrying.
“My bag!”
The woman laughed. “Isaac said you had left it in the trunk. The chief okayed us to get it out and bring it to you. There’s a bathroom across the hall. Go ahead and change into something dry.”
Not waiting to hear more, Lizzy rushed over and grabbed her bag. “Denke. It will be good to be warm again.”
Isaac and the woman laughed softly. Hurrying to the bathroom, she searched through the bag, quickly locating the items she needed. She even found a clean kapp to put on her head. Never again would she
