Blake
I tapped the screen of the tablet, pausing the video taken Tuesday morning just before dawn. “What do we know so far?”
“Jack shit.” Con shook his head. “Dr. Carr claims to have never met the victim. According to the police reports, there was no sign of forced entry.”
“Boyfriend?”
“No one serious that any of her friends or colleagues are aware of. The police don’t have any leads yet, or, if they do, they’re not sharing that information.”
I frowned. It was a gruesome murder, but they’d always look first at people closest to the victim. How the hell was Dr. Carr tied into this? “Why the hell call her?”
He shrugged. “She’s a psychologist. Maybe a former patient or a boyfriend trying to get her attention?”
I turned my gaze back to the beautiful woman on the screen. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she looked exhausted. “So, what are they requesting?”
“Basic security at the healthplex on the south side. Her practice is on the fifth floor.” He lifted a shoulder. “You’ll make rounds through the building, put any precautions into place that you feel necessary. You’re just hired muscle to make sure she’s safe.”
I lifted a brow. “Isn’t that a little much after only one incident?”
“Better to take the preventative measure than risk something happening to her.”
“I just can’t believe the landlord’s going to foot the bill for that without any evidence. At this point, isn’t it all conjecture anyway?”
Con settled back in his chair. “I’ve known the owner for several years. Ben Kingsley dabbles in real estate and owns several businesses around town. He’s a good guy. He saw the news and decided to grant her request on a temporary basis.”
“How long?”
“Four weeks. He’s given the go-ahead to install additional cameras around the property, so I’ve put in an order.”
I nodded. Maybe the phone call was a fluke, but maybe it was more. Probably wasn’t a bad idea to make sure some stalker wasn’t after her. She’d at least be safe at work and, if nothing else, it would give the office the added benefit of tighter security for their patients.
Con studied me. “I’m supposed to head to D.C. soon. I can either take this once I get back or you can head this one up. How soon you looking to start?”
I turned my gaze back to the screen. Under her grim composure, the woman looked… scared. I wasn’t sure why, exactly, but something in her expression called to me. “I’ll handle it.”