Even before reaching the precinct, Kevin had alerted CSU of a water glass they'd taken from the Hughes residence, hoping to get a clean set of Danny's fingerprints for an actual ID.
In the meantime, he'd used his phone to look up high-end car repair shops in the area, coming up with five results. The closest match also offered elaborate detailing services. Which better way to learn how to avoid leaving evidence at a crime scene than knowing the in's and out's of detailing?
Halfway through he'd texted Espo, relaying their latest findings so that he could start additional legwork from the office- that was if he was there at last.
Under the circumstances, he was hoping that his partner's mind would be in the right place, despite Allison's departure.
Danny's ominous comment about driving around to clear his mind had set off several alarm bells in his mind when it came to another murder in the making.
Had he seen the unmarked police car across the street, sending him off on a killing spree to ease whatever demons he carried inside? Or was he planning on skipping town altogether, hoping to stay clear of the long arms of the law?
What they had gained from Peter was a description of a troubled man who was living out his past trauma by making others suffer through a terrible sex crime and death. It was somebody who, despite his disturbed mind, was very calculating and good at erasing evidence.
Worse yet, he was a good enough actor to fool these young women into trusting him.
The real question was, where could they find a deadly chameleon like that in New York?
He jerked when his cell phone sprung to life again, showing his partner's name.
"I was beginning to get worried, Esp-" he began, only to be cut off.
"Yo, somebody just used that stolen credit card from the pizza delivery again. It came back to a flower shop on 180th and Devoe. I am heading out that way now."
"180th…that's right near his home…", Kevin whispered, meeting Beckett's worried eyes in the rearview mirror, "We'll meet you there, Javi."
