Before he Kills. Blake Pierce

this for a moment. Mackenzie was pretty sure she knew the train of logic that was chugging through his head. He was a registered sex offender, and any resistance to help the police when they asked for it would raise alarms and maybe even further investigation into Traylor’s current activities.

      And that was the last thing a man like Clive Traylor wanted.

      “Yeah, come on in,” Traylor finally said, clearly not pleased with the situation. Still, he opened the door and led them into a house that looked like a college dorm room.

      There were books stacked everywhere, empty beer cans strewn here and there, and piles of clothes sporadically placed on any available surface. The place smelled like Traylor had recently burned something on the stove.

      He led them into his small living room, and Mackenzie took it all in, analyzing everything at rapid speed to determine if this were the house of a killer. There were more clothes bundled up on the couch and the coffee table was littered with dirty dishes and a laptop. Seeing such disarray made Mackenzie realize that maybe Zack’s living habits weren’t as bad as she had thought. Traylor did not ask them to have a seat – which was good, because there was no way Mackenzie was going to sit anywhere in this house.

      “Thanks for your time,” Porter said. “As I said, there was a crime committed two nights ago – a murder. We’re here because you have a rather shaky past with the victim.”

      “Who was it?” Traylor asked.

      Mackenzie watched him closely, studying his facial expressions and posture, hoping she’d find some clues there. So far, all she could tell was that he was very uncomfortable having police inside his house.

      “A woman named Hailey Lizbrook.”

      Traylor seemed to think about this for a second and then shook his head.

      “I don’t know anyone by that name.”

      “Are you sure?” Porter asked. “We have proof that she placed a restraining order against you last year.”

      Realization dawned over him and he rolled his eyes.

      “Oh. Her. I never knew her name.”

      “But you knew where she lived?” Mackenzie asked.

      “I did,” Traylor said. “Yeah, I followed her home from the Runway a few times. I had policemen come to my house and talk to me about that. But I haven’t gone against that order. I swear it.”

      “So you don’t deny that you stalked her at some point?” Porter asked.

      Mackenzie saw the embarrassment flush over Traylor and her heart dropped. She was pretty certain this was not their man.