CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kate and DeMarco had dinner delivered to the Frankfield precinct, filling the building’s one conference room with the smell of Chinese food. Bannerman was sitting at one end of the table, slowly chewing on the egg roll Kate had offered him. Bannerman and Kate were looking up at the dry erase board as DeMarco stood by it, jotting down notes underneath pictures they had attached to the board with magnets. The pictures came from each of the three crime scenes, the ones from the Lowell residence fresh from the printer. DeMarco jotted the notes down for each case, connecting what seemed like common links with little broken dash marks that stretched across the entirety of the board. Sadly, there were very few of these.
So far, they had come up with the fact that the Hopkinses
