JUSTIN KNEW WHAT was going on in the Parkdale house. He had a camera app on his phone to spy on his guests. The police were very smart to come back to the house and find his two visitors, but they would never find the house in Town and Country. If his father hadn’t, how could they? His mother had taught him the art of hiding. Sure, it had been a little too late considering all he’d endured growing up, but it was useful to him now. She’d put the house under a new identity—Madeline Hughes—so his father could never find them. When she passed away several years ago, Justin left it that way, even after finding out his father had died in a drunk driving accident. He left the Parkdale house in his father’s name, Robert Marx, which couldn’t be tied to him either since he’d changed his last name to Sinclair when he was eighteen and then hidden all the records when he became a lawyer. It was a benefit of working in the judicial system.

It’s like I was never even there.

Of course, the Town and Country house wasn’t where he lived either. He had a condo in Webster Groves. He paid the property taxes and utilities for the two homes out of his parent’s estates, so nothing was traced back to him. He didn’t want the world to know the stock he’d come from.

While on the way to Town and Country, he called Sasha. “Hi. I just wanted to check up on you. How are things progressing?” he asked with deep concern.

“Well, believe it or not, we found two of the victims and sent them to St. Clare Hospital. It looks like they’re going to make it, but there was no sign of Denise or the other victim, Margie Moore. We are all headed back to SLCPD to figure out the next step,” she replied. “Luckily, the FBI came back to lend a hand.”

“That’s great that you saved two people from him,” he raved. “And that probably means Denise is still alive too, so don’t lose hope.” Actually, you probably should be losing hope right about now because I don’t know that she’s going to stay alive.

“I’m trying to stay positive. Do me a favor, will you? I need an arrest warrant for a Sean Peirick. Can you get that pushed through for me?”

He smiled smugly to himself. “Sure, I’ll do that for you once I get back to the office. I’m on the road right now. I have to go to a deposition.”

“Get it as soon as you can, please. I need to go, but I’ll be in touch. Bye.” She hung up, and he laughed hysterically.

“Sure, and while I’m at it, I’ll get one for Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny too. Your chances of finding them are just as good,” he mused aloud.

Instead of heading to Town and Country, he made a turn and headed toward St. Clare Hospital in Fenton. He needed to check on his witnesses. Even though he always wore a hat of some kind when he was breaking the law, he couldn’t risk them giving a positive I.D. Also, he wanted to finish what he’d started.