Before Cain Strikes. Joshua Corin

garage in Oyster Bay. It had been Rafe’s small victory and it had done very little to diminish the personal disdain he felt for this ridiculous John Wayne wannabe.

      “Too bad you came all this way for nothing,” said Rafe.

      Tom and Esme looked at him.

      “Oh, didn’t you tell him, Esme? The investigation’s been closed.”

      Esme sighed. “The unsub sent an untraceable email demanding the investigation be closed or he would murder a kidnapped infant named Marcy Harper.”

      “Are we sure he can make good on his claim?” asked Tom. “And that the email is untraceable?”

      “He attached a jpeg to the email. And the address it was sent from is a bunch of nonsense.”