get used to the peace and quiet up here.”
He motioned to the front windows. “That’s good, because with all of the snow we’re getting, it looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.”
Nerves fluttered in her stomach, not in fear but in anticipation. “In that case, how are you at backgammon?”
Charlie fought back a smile. “I am a master at backgammon.”
“Oh, really?” Kendra’s eyebrows lifted in challenge. “I guess we’ll just have to see about that.”
Chapter 13
Detective Dan Eadelton entered the interrogation room and took a good look at Zack Prescott. He was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, his pretty-boy face beaded with perspiration as he sat in a molded plastic chair next to a scarred wooden table. The moment the door opened, Zack turned to face him with a combination of fear and confusion apparent in his eyes.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Dan asked, dropping a thick file on the desk.
Zack swallowed hard. “I already told that other detective that I didn’t have anything to do with what happened to Joslyn. I never even met her.”
“Joslyn?”
“Joslyn Korden.” Zack looked at him, and his confusion heightened. “Isn’t that why I’m here? Because you wanted to ask me more questions about the explosion at her photo shoot?”
“Actually, I wanted to clarify a few things in your witness report about the incident at Kendra Blake’s concert the other night.” He took his time sitting down, but his mind was working at lightning speed.
He was familiar with the Korden case. A small bomb had detonated during Joslyn Korden’s photo shoot ten days earlier. Joslyn had gone into hiding following the incident, and her body had recently been discovered. Since the FBI believed she was the victim of a serial killer, only the investigation into the bombing had remained under LAPD control. Now Dan found himself wondering if the Korden case and the Blake case could be related.
No one was hurt when the small bomb detonated in a storage room while Joslyn’s photo shoot was going on. The explosion at Kendra Blake’s concert certainly hadn’t been intended to hurt people en masse. Could these bombs have both been intended to scare these women? Were they some kind of initial step in this serial killer’s ritual? And could this man sitting before him have had anything to do with the six women who had already been slain?
His pulse kicked up a notch, and he had to force himself to stay calm as he settled into his chair and opened his file. As though he didn’t have any place better to be, he drew a pen from his pocket and shifted his notes in front of him. “It says here that you were on stage when the explosion went off backstage at Kendra Blake’s concert.”
“That’s right.”
“What about before the concert?” he asked. “Did you notice anything unusual?”
Zack shrugged a shoulder. “Kendra seemed kind of nervous before the show, but other than that, I didn’t notice anything.”
Dan stared at him, his face carefully expressionless. Then he looked down at his files. “Were you on stage for the whole concert?”
“Yeah.”
Dan’s eyebrows drew together. “That’s interesting. Two of your fellow dancers mentioned that you disappeared for a few minutes between numbers.”
“Just for a few seconds. I went to the bathroom during one of our off numbers.” He sat up a little straighter.
“So you had just enough time to knock Kendra Blake’s bodyguard unconscious and set a bomb backstage.”
The muscle in Zack’s jaw jumped. “That’s crazy! I didn’t have anything to do with that. I would never try to hurt Kendra.”
“Well, Zack, as much as I’d like to believe you, you’re the only name that’s come up at both crime scenes,” he improvised. He scratched his chin as though considering. “Makes me wonder if it’s just a coincidence or if you have something to do with all of this.”
“I already told that other detective that I
He motioned to the front windows. “That’s good, because with all of the snow we’re getting, it looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.”
Nerves fluttered in her stomach, not in fear but in anticipation. “In that case, how are you at backgammon?”
Charlie fought back a smile. “I am a master at backgammon.”
“Oh, really?” Kendra’s eyebrows lifted in challenge. “I guess we’ll just have to see about that.”
Chapter 13
Detective Dan Eadelton entered the interrogation room and took a good look at Zack Prescott. He was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, his pretty-boy face beaded with perspiration as he sat in a molded plastic chair next to a scarred wooden table. The moment the door opened, Zack turned to face him with a combination of fear and confusion apparent in his eyes.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Dan asked, dropping a thick file on the desk.
Zack swallowed hard. “I already told that other detective that I didn’t have anything to do with what happened to Joslyn. I never even met her.”
“Joslyn?”
“Joslyn Korden.” Zack looked at him, and his confusion heightened. “Isn’t that why I’m here? Because you wanted to ask me more questions about the explosion at her photo shoot?”
“Actually, I wanted to clarify a few things in your witness report about the incident at Kendra Blake’s concert the other night.” He took his time sitting down, but his mind was working at lightning speed.
He was familiar with the Korden case. A small bomb had detonated during Joslyn Korden’s photo shoot ten days earlier. Joslyn had gone into hiding following the incident, and her body had recently been discovered. Since the FBI believed she was the victim of a serial killer, only the investigation into the bombing had remained under LAPD control. Now Dan found himself wondering if the Korden case and the Blake case could be related.
No one was hurt when the small bomb detonated in a storage room while Joslyn’s photo shoot was going on. The explosion at Kendra Blake’s concert certainly hadn’t been intended to hurt people en masse. Could these bombs have both been intended to scare these women? Were they some kind of initial step in this serial killer’s ritual? And could this man sitting before him have had anything to do with the six women who had already been slain?
His pulse kicked up a notch, and he had to force himself to stay calm as he settled into his chair and opened his file. As though he didn’t have any place better to be, he drew a pen from his pocket and shifted his notes in front of him. “It says here that you were on stage when the explosion went off backstage at Kendra Blake’s concert.”
“That’s right.”
“What about before the concert?” he asked. “Did you notice anything unusual?”
Zack shrugged a shoulder. “Kendra seemed kind of nervous before the show, but other than that, I didn’t notice anything.”
Dan stared at him, his face carefully expressionless. Then he looked down at his files. “Were you on stage for the whole concert?”
“Yeah.”
Dan’s eyebrows drew together. “That’s interesting. Two of your fellow dancers mentioned that you disappeared for a few minutes between numbers.”
“Just for a few seconds. I went to the bathroom during one of our off numbers.” He sat up a little straighter.
“So you had just enough time to knock Kendra Blake’s bodyguard unconscious and set a bomb backstage.”
The muscle in Zack’s jaw jumped. “That’s crazy! I didn’t have anything to do with that. I would never try to hurt Kendra.”
“Well, Zack, as much as I’d like to believe you, you’re the only name that’s come up at both crime scenes,” he improvised. He scratched his chin as though considering. “Makes me wonder if it’s just a coincidence or if you have something to do with all of this.”
“I already told that other detective that I
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