CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Again, Dakota was grateful when Marcus didn't mention any of it. He just sat in the driver's seat, humming softly as he drove down the highway, heading back in the direction of the latest crime scene once more. As Dakota's gaze traced the land, she ventured to put her near failure in the bathroom behind her. At least for the moment. She was thinking clearly again, which meant Miranda Lopez's life was still in severe danger.
Where was she missing a beat? Why wasn't she seeing clearly? What connected the dots?
Dakota knew people. Studied them. Maybe she had been approaching this all wrong, trying to go through a database, narrowing down a list of unknowns. Perhaps she needed to start with what was known. And start with people. What she knew about them.
He was taking drif
