rected his attention to the woman sobbing on the
couch.
‘‘Miss... Beck, Kacie Beck?’’
She pushed her blond hair out of her face and
rubbed her red-rimmed eyes with the tips of her
fingers.
‘‘Miss Beck,’’ said Garnett, ‘‘do you know . . .’’ He
turned to Diane.
‘‘Steven Mayberry,’’ supplied Diane.
‘‘Steve?... Yes.’’
‘‘Where does he live?’’
‘‘Over on Udell. He has a trailer over there.’’ ‘‘Do you have his telephone number?’’
‘‘Telephone number? No . . . Chris knows it.’’ She
started sobbing again.
Garnett pressed a rapid-dial number on his cell
phone. ‘‘Steven Mayberry, did you say?’’
Diane nodded. She motioned to Whit as Garnett
called for the address.
‘‘We need to get Miss Beck out of the crime scene.
She can sit in my car until Garnett questions her. I’ll
call my team to start working this. . . . And I’ll need
a warrant.’’
‘‘Garnett has one coming.’’ Whit pushed his straight
black hair from his forehead as he glanced back at
the bedroom. ‘‘You think this is connected with your
other case?’’
‘‘I don’t know. If not, it’s an amazing coincidence.’’ Whit was escorting Kacie out of the house when
Garnett got off the phone.
‘‘Got an address. I called for backup to meet us
there.’’
Outside, Diane slipped off the shoe covers and
rang David.
‘‘Yeah?’’
David obviously had been asleep, as Diane wished
she was.
‘‘David, Diane. I need you again tonight.’’ ‘‘Gee, Diane, if I’d known you’re this demanding,
I’d have gotten myself a woman with less energy.
What’s up?’’
Diane explained, and he was quiet for a moment. ‘‘Can’t be a coincidence.’’
‘‘I’ll call Jin. You’ll have to wait for a warrant be
fore you can go in.’’
‘‘Sure.’’
A young woman answered Jin’s phone. ‘‘Just a
minute.’’
Her voice sounded sleepy, and Diane heard the rus
tling of covers as she waited for Jin to get on the
phone.
‘‘Yo?’’
‘‘Jin, this is Diane. We have another crime scene. I
need you and David to work it tonight.’’ She gave him
