only serial killer we have at work right now in the city is a guy killing transients. You’re hardly his typical victim.”
She ground her teeth together. “I’m nobody’s victim. I got away, remember?”
“I do.” He raised his eyebrows.
She didn’t expect him to understand the vehemence behind her words, and she didn’t care what he thought about it. “So, why is this guy sending you messages via my bathroom mirror? How did he know you’d be here, in my house?”
“A lot of serial killers follow other cases.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and lifted his shoulders. “I’ve been a homicide detective in the city for several years. My name’s been in the papers a few times. He obviously knows who I am and correctly figured I’d be working this case.”
Her gaze slid to his forearm, where the sleeve of his shirt hid the bird tattoo. Then she looked into his dark eyes, shuttered and secretive. Weren’t the criminals supposed to be the ones with the secrets, not the cops?
“And he knew you’d be here?”
“Maybe not, but he assumed you’d tell the cops about his little message.” He pulled a cell phone from his pocket. “I’m going to call this in, get a tech down here to dust for fingerprints.”
His expression and tone told her she’d get nothing more out of him. She smacked her hand against the doorjamb. “And I’m going to get my locks changed.”
“You’re going to stay here, in this house?”
She wedged her hands on her hips. “Where would I go? I’m a kindergarten teacher, not an heiress like London Breck. I can’t afford to camp out in a hotel until you catch this guy... If you catch this guy.”
“How about staying with a friend?”
“Indefinitely?” She jerked her thumb at the ceiling. “I have Oscar.”
“Oscar?”
“Oscar Chu, my landlord.” She formed a gun with her fingers and pointed at him. “I also have my .22.”
“You have a gun?”
“It’s in my closet and it’s unloaded, but yeah I have a gun and I know how to use it.” A smile pulled at one side of his mouth, and Elise narrowed her eyes. “You find it funny that I have a handgun? I can assure you it’s all legal.”
“I find it...awesome.” He tilted his phone toward her. “Get someone out here to change your locks then, and I’ll get a tech to dust for fingerprints in case this guy got even more careless than writing a message on a mirror.”
She tiptoed down the hallway and ducked into her office to retrieve her laptop to look up locksmiths in the area.
“After you call the locksmith, why don’t you check around to see if anything is missing? I’ll take a look at your doors and windows.”
She tapped her computer and called out, “My laptop’s still here, and I don’t think you’re going to find any signs of a break-in. It’s pretty apparent he used my key to get in.”
“Look around anyway.”
She pulled open a drawer in her dining nook where she kept a camera and her MP3 player. Both were undisturbed. “I don’t think he was interested in stealing anything, just game playing.”
“Obviously, he used your key. I’m not checking your doors and windows to see how he got in.”
She returned to the bathroom door with the laptop tucked under one arm. “What for then?”
Brody balanced on the edge of her tub and peered at the small frosted window above it. “I’m just making sure he didn’t rig something so he can get back in once you change the locks.”
She shivered and hugged the computer to her chest. “I’m glad someone’s mind works that way.”
“Keep looking. Maybe he left something behind.” He jumped from the tub, surprisingly light on his feet for a big guy.
She settled the laptop on the kitchen table and did a search for locksmiths. She placed a call to one who worked weekends and made emergency calls.
While Brody continued checking the doors and windows, Elise rifled through her drawers and closets. She didn’t find anything amiss, but the thought of that maniac in her house gave her pause every once in a while, and she had to close her eyes to catch her breath.
She had no intention of telling her folks back home about this. She could picture the pinched faces and I-told-you-so’s already. They didn’t need to know. Of course, there’d be no hiding it if she wound up dead.
A figure moved across her window, and she gasped and crossed her hands over her heart. She crept closer and let out a long breath when she saw Brody poking around the plants by the sliding glass door.
She rapped on the glass, and he looked up. He’d tossed his tie over his shoulder and rolled up his shirt sleeves, his tattoo peeking from the cuff.
She wouldn’t mind seeing that sight out her window every morning.
She unlocked the window and shoved up the sash. Pressing her nose to the mesh screen, she called out, “Find anything weird?”
He thrust one arm into the tangle of flowers and withdrew a blue ball of glass. He cradled it in his hands, lifting it as if in offering. “Just this. What is it?”
Her face warmed, but he probably couldn’t see her heightened color through the screen. “It’s just some decoration.”
The woman at the psychic shop in The Haight had told her it would ward off evil. Guess the killer with the fake English accent hadn’t come through the backyard.
Someone knocked on the front door.
“That’s either your guy or my locksmith.”
“Don’t answer it yet. Wait for me.”
She slammed the window shut and rubbed her fingers together to brush away the dust.
Detective Brody stepped through the sliding glass door from the patio and strode to the front of the house. Leaning forward, he placed his eye at the peephole. “That’s my guy.”
He swung open the door. “You’re fast, Jacoby.”
“So are you.” The short, powerfully built man hoisted a black bag off his shoulder. “You haven’t even written your report yet and you’re working the case.”
Detective Brody pointed down her hallway. “The man who abducted Ms. Duran made his way back to her place and left a message on the mirror.” He gestured to Elise. “This is Elise Duran, the vic—the woman who got away.”
His words caused a warm glow in her tummy. A man who listened.
“I’m Dan Jacoby, fingerprint tech extraordinaire.” They shook hands and he squeezed her fingertips as if trying to get a read on her pads. “You’re one brave lady.”
“Nice to meet you, and I did what anyone would do to get away.” She waved a hand behind her. “Do you want to see the mirror first?”
“After you.”
Jacoby followed her so closely, she tugged on the hem of her skirt. She really needed to put on some clothes.
Elise led the two men to her bathroom and pushed the door wide, not that the small space could accommodate all three of them. Side by side, the shoulders of the two men could practically span the room.
Jacoby whistled through his teeth. “You failed to mention he’d left the message for you, Brody.”
“Yeah, one of these megalomaniacs seeking attention. He’s not happy just committing murder. He wants to make sure everyone knows how smart he is.”
“The joys of being a homicide