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Friday morning Sebastian let himself into Jenna Hart’s house through the kitchen door. This morning he had plenty of time—he’d overheard the deputy and the TBI cop talking about their schedule for today. Besides, the app would alert him if they got within a mile of him.
But first things first. Sebastian opened the cabinet door where he’d seen her over-the-counter pain relievers. He fingered the box of headache powders ... it’d be so easy to replace the powder with heroin ... maybe a little extra fentanyl ... The thought made him laugh. No. He wanted Jenna Hart to know who killed her.
Instead, he quickly grouped the pill bottles accordingly, vitamins on one side and pain meds on the other, including the powders. Then he turned to the pantry and grouped the cans according to size and content. That should be a nice little surprise for her.
Now for the photos that Phillip Ross insisted were here. He methodically searched each room, leaving no space untouched, even her dresser. He spied a small box and lifted the top.
Not photos but her business cards. With her cell phone number on it, and he pocketed it. That would come in handy very soon. Tonight, in fact.
Sebastian moved to the second bedroom and repeated the process. Nada. This was a waste of time. There were no photos anywhere in this house.
The app buzzed. Sebastian jerked out his phone and swore. Hart and the TBI agent were a mile away. They weren’t supposed to be anywhere near the house. He hurried to the kitchen, let himself out, and pressed the tape back in place before he jogged to the wooded area. His car was parked on a farm road a mile away.
Sebastian wished he’d installed a camera—he’d love to see her face when she opened the cabinet door. As soon as he reached his car, he would listen in, then tomorrow he would break in one last time and remove the bugs.
It was time to stop toying with the mouse and end the game. Tonight was the pièce de résistance .