Her Dying Breath
“He wasn’t looking forward to delivering the bad news about Logger’s death.
Of course, watching an ex’s reaction when she received the news was vital in deciding whether or not she was a suspect.
But the text that Brenda had received had changed his way of viewing the crime in a way he didn’t like. Not that he hadn’t already been looking for the other subjects of the experiment, but he’d hoped to find them and help them receive treatment.
Instead of learning that another one was a killer.
He knocked again, and the door opened. A tired-looking thirtysomething woman with short brown hair stood on the threshold, juggling a toddler on her hip.
“Mrs. Logger?”
The baby girl tugged at her mother’s hair, and the woman grasped her hand in her own, then affectionately tweaked the little girl’s cheek.
“I’m Special Agent Nick Blackwood.”
She frowned as he flashed his credentials, the freckles on her nose prominent as the sun streaked her face. “Actually, it’s Linda Robertson,”
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