CHAPTER TWENTY
Under James Woerner’s brief tutelage, one of the things he had praised her for over and over again was her instinct. She had a gut, he had said, that was better than reading palms or tea leaves for an indication of what to do next. That’s why she wasted no time with the cornfield where Hailey Lizbrook’s body had been discovered or the open field where the second body had been strung up.
She went directly back to the abandoned house where the latest victim had been displayed. During her first visit, she’d felt as if the darkened windows had been a set of eyes, watching her every move. She had known it deep in her heart then and there that the scene had more to offer. But after everything that had happened with Ellis Pope, it had been an inclination that she had not been abl
