Let Her Believe (A Fiona Red FBI Suspense Thriller—Book 8) by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2023-09-25T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Fiona sat alone in the briefing room, the air thick with the stale smell of coffee and old paperwork. She had spent the past while trying to draw a connection between the two victims--anything, even in their bank statements--but nothing showed up.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of her phone, the screen displaying Betty's name - her elderly landlady from her apartment building.

"Hello?" she answered, trying to keep the weariness out of her voice.

"Fiona, dear, I don't want to bother you, but a man came looking for you today," Betty began hesitantly. "Said he had information you might want."

Fiona frowned. Who would come by looking for her? She prayed it wasn't her overly possessive ex, Mark, but passed that off--she hadn't heard from him in a long time now.

"Did he leave a name?" Fiona asked, her pulse quickening.

"Sorry dear, he didn't. But he said you'd asked him to look into something for you."

"Alright, thanks, Betty. I appreciate the heads up." Fiona hung up the phone, her mind racing.

Could it be Marcus, the witness who claimed to have seen Damien before? If so, did he finally have new information on his real identity? These questions swirled around in her head like a dark storm cloud, blocking out any sense of reason. It was exhausting; the endless cycle of hope and disappointment that came with chasing leads on Joslyn, her missing sister. The constant dead-ends were taking their toll, leaving Fiona feeling drained and defeated.

Fiona stared at the blank wall across the room, her mind racing yet paralyzed by the weight of both personal and professional burdens. She shook her head, forcing herself to refocus on the task at hand. They were running out of time to catch this killer, and she couldn't afford to let her personal life interfere with the case.

"Get it together, Fiona," she muttered under her breath as her fingers tapped restlessly on the wooden table. She needed to review the facts they had to work with on the case rather than try to pull something out of nothing.

They knew Seymour Smith had been killed at a museum in Nevada, entomology wing. And they knew that the traveling entomology exhibit here in Portland had been in Nevada at that time. They also knew that another murder had occurred at this exhibit yesterday. So what they did know was that the killer moved with the exhibit.

"Maybe..." she whispered to herself, "maybe the killer only strikes once at each museum. Targeting one victim before moving on to the next exhibit."

The idea sent a shiver down her spine, but it made sense. It would explain why they were always one step behind, why the trail went cold so quickly. If this theory were correct, then their best chance of catching the killer would be waiting for the exhibit to move again, hoping they'd strike at the new location. But that was far too risky. It would mean letting another person's life hang in the balance like bait. Fiona couldn't condone that.

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