All the Pretty Faces by Rita Herron

Charity didn’t have an ex, then the killer was either someone she’d just met, an acquaintance through the film business . . .
    Or a stranger preying on the women who’d come to town.
    This photographer definitely had the means to lure women to him. He’d met some of the actors before, so they felt comfortable with him. Then he’d set up a studio right in the middle of the community center to make it easy for his clients. He’d even insinuated himself into the film crew.
    That’s where he would start.
    Easton had the perfect setup. He’d arranged a studio to meet women under the guise of creating professional headshots for wannabe actresses.
    Charity had known Easton and trusted him, so she would have willingly gone with him.
    Perhaps he wanted to take their relationship to a different level, and she turned him down, causing him to snap.

    Josie’s heart ached for Charity’s sister. She was all alone in the world.
    “Bailey, did your sister have a computer?” Dane asked.
    Bailey twined her fingers together. “We shared a laptop. It’s in the trunk of my car. I didn’t want to leave it at the inn.”
    “I need to look at it,” Dane said.
    “What does her computer have to do with anything?” Bailey asked.
    “Maybe nothing,” Dane answered. “It’s procedure. Charity might have met or communicated with someone online who might have information about her murder.”
    Bailey ran a shaky hand over her skirt. “You want me to get it now?”
    “I’ll walk you outside when you’re ready.” Dane hesitated. “What about her cell phone? I assume she had one.”
    Bailey looked confused. “Yes, didn’t she have it with her?”
    Dane shook his head, but he didn’t elaborate.
    Relief flooded Josie. There was no reason to tell Bailey that her sister was found naked by the trash. At least not yet.
    Although if there was a trial, that information would be divulged.
    “We didn’t find a purse or phone with her,” Dane said. “If you’ll give me her number, I’ll see if we can locate it.”
    Josie patted Bailey’s arm to console her. Finding that phone might lead them to the actual murder scene, and hopefully to more clues to the killer.
    Bailey jotted down the phone number, and Dane texted it to the lab to see if they could trace it. He also texted Peyton and asked her to run a background check on the photographer Eddie Easton.
    Sheriff Kimball strode toward them, and Dane quickly introduced Bailey.
    “I’m sorry about your sister, Miss Snow,” the sheriff said sympathetically. “We’ll do everything we can to find her killer.”
    “She was all the family I had,” Bailey said, her voice cracking again.
    Josie wrapped her arm around Bailey, and Sheriff Kimball shifted on the balls of his feet, looking uncomfortable. “Can we talk for a minute?” Kimball asked Dane.
    “Sure.”
    “I’ll go with her to retrieve the computer,” Josie offered.
    Dane didn’t argue, so Josie guided Bailey outside, although she kept her eyes peeled for trouble.
    Killers sometimes insinuated themselves in murder investigations or stuck close by to watch the police chase leads.
    Josie’s pulse jumped as she glanced around.
    Sometimes they even hung around to watch their victims’ families suffer. Was Charity’s killer here watching Bailey cry over her sister’s loss, taking pleasure in her pain?

    Dane’s protective instincts urged him to follow Josie and Bailey outside. But time was of the essence, and he needed to speak to the sheriff.
    Cautious though, he watched through the doorway as they crossed the parking lot in case the killer was lurking around.
    “No chance the sister did it?” Sheriff Kimball asked.
    Dane shook his head no. “She was the only family Bailey had left. Besides, they seemed tight. She’s pretty distraught.”
    Kimball jammed his hands in his pockets, sympathy on his face. “Was there a boyfriend?”
    “No.” Dane’s pulse hammered. “I need to check out the photographer, Eddie