“How close are you to Jacob Denver’s address?”
“Elise and I are about five minutes out. Why?”
“Swing by and sit on the house. As soon as we see you in position, we’ll drive off. If he leaves, I want you to call me. If he stays, I want you to watch him. Someone is inside, and it may be our unsub. Use extreme caution.”
“Shit. Got it. You be careful too.”
I start to hang up, when she adds, “And by the way, thank you for the roses. They were beautiful.”
My brow creases in confusion.
“I never sent roses.”
“I mean from the hospital. I got them, and realized I never thanked you for them.”
“Lisa, I never sent roses. At all.”
She grows deadly silent. “So it was him? Plemmons?”
I don’t have time to ask questions about a dead man’s motives. “It may have been. Call the flower company and find out.”
“Yeah. Okay. I’ll see if Hadley can look into it,” she says, distant now.
As I hang up, Donny is smirking. “What?”
“Nothing,” he lies, smirking more.
I glare at him.
“Just wondering what Lisa would do to Lana if she got her hands on her. She’s a typical scorned ex—perfectly okay with the breakup until you finally get a new girlfriend that you seem to be pretty head-over-heels for. Lisa is a bitch. Keep her away from your new girlfriend or she may scratch Lana’s eyes out.”
“Lana’s already been subjected to her, in case you’ve forgotten. Lisa didn’t rattle her.” I sound dismissive, but I’m masking how uncomfortable this conversation is.
“We all know what a bitch Lisa can be, and right now, she’s feeling that jealousy most exes do when their ex finally moves on and exhibits signs of true happiness. She’s got a nasty mouth on her, and she may eventually seek Lana out in an effort to ruin things between you two. Just profiling. It’s what I do.”
Fuck.
“I’ll keep them apart. Lisa will eventually forget it.”
“When she finds someone who makes her happy,” he agrees with a mocking grin. “Should only take a few lifetimes.”
I flip him off as he chuckles, and I glance back toward the closed window. Lisa and Elise appear just down the street, parking at the curb.
Donny and I load into the SUV, and we drive away. It’s no time before Elise texts us, telling us Jacob is on the move, heading in our direction in a white van. She sends the plates too, just so we know we’re tailing the right one.
As soon as the white van passes us, I arch an eyebrow. It looks like any good kidnapper’s van.
The driver’s side and passenger side have windows, but the rest of the van looks like a work van. He does do some tech work, according to his file, so it could possibly be his work van.
Donny and I follow discreetly, while Elise and Lisa watch the house.
“See if you can get a look inside,” I say as Donny puts Lisa on speaker.
“Trying to get a warrant to go in, but the judge says we don’t have enough.”
“Just get a look around,” I say vaguely, hinting for her to break some rules. It’s a fucking serial killer we’re after. Sometimes rules need to be broken.
“Got it.”