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playing with her.

      Somehow, he had learned her cell number. Her daughter’s nickname. Which buttons to push.

      What else did he know about her?

      Everything. At least that was the presumption she needed to operate on. He had called this “fun.” His “game.” And like a masterful player, he had made it his business to educate himself on his competitor’s weaknesses.

      She breathed deeply, calmer now, putting the call into perspective. She unclipped her phone and punched in Sal’s cell number. He answered right way.

      “Sal, it’s Kitt. He contacted me again. I’m on my way in.”

      Kitt arrived at the PSB just after Sal. She caught him waiting at the elevator. The car arrived, and they stepped inside. He punched two and turned to her.

      “Well?”

      “He’s the real deal, Sal. He knew about that night, about my falling. Why I fell.”

      His mouth tightened. “Go on.”

      “He said another girl is going to die.”

      The elevator stopped on the second floor; they stepped off and headed down the hall to the Violent Crimes Bureau.

      “When?”

      “He was speaking metaphorically. Said the Copycat was going to move too fast. That whoever was copying his crimes was going to make mistakes.”

      They reached the bureau. Nan held out a stack of message slips with a cheery “Good morning.”

      He returned her greeting and began to thumb through the slips. “Anything urgent?” he asked the woman.

      “The chief needs to push your meeting back thirty minutes. And Detective Allen’s down with the flu. His wife called.”

      The deputy chief nodded. “I want Riggio and White. In my office, ASAP. Is Sergeant Haas in yet?”

      “In his office.”

      “Send him in as well.”

      “Will do.” Nan turned to her. “Detective Lundgren, you have a message as well. An old friend. Said he’d try you later.”

      Kitt frowned. The woman handed her the pink message slip. “Called himself ‘Peanut.’ Said to tell you he was looking forward to seeing you on television.”

      Kitt didn’t comment, but by the time they had all assembled in Sal’s office, she shook with anger. This brazen bastard was starting to piss her off.

      Sal began. “The man claiming to be the Sleeping Angel Killer contacted Detective Lundgren again. This time on her cell phone.” He turned toward her. “Detective, you want to fill everyone in?”

      She took over, recounting the brief conversation, minus the incriminating comments about her fall. “He told me to call him ‘Peanut.’”

      Sal looked sharply at her. “Your daughter’s nickname?”

      She kept her voice flat. “Yes. He called the bureau this morning as well.” She handed the message slip to Sal. “This was waiting for me here.”

      Sal swore. She shifted her gaze to the rest of the group. “Point is, he knows details of the original case and investigation that he couldn’t, unless he is who he claims.”

      M.C. frowned. “Last time he called them his ‘perfect’ crimes as well. Obviously, that’s important to him.”

      “He’s arrogant,” Kitt said. “He’s pissed that this guy is copying his work—”

      White stepped in. “And being damn sloppy about it.”

      “In his opinion,” Riggio murmured.

      “Yes.” Kitt paused a moment. “I asked him if he knew who the Copycat was. He said ‘maybe.’”

      Sal steepled his fingers. “Do you think he really does and is being coy? Or that he suspects but isn’t certain?”

      “At this point, I’m not certain. If I had to wager a guess, I think he’s being coy.”

      “Because he’s playing a game with you,” Riggio agreed. “His words.”

      “Yes. A game he called ‘fun.’”

      “If the Copycat makes the mistakes Peanut claims he will, we’ll get him.”

      Kitt flinched at the other detective’s use of Sadie’s nickname, though she acknowledged that she had better get used to it. This wouldn’t be the last time.

      “But another girl will die,” White offered. “Maybe more than one.”

      Kitt cleared her throat. “We’re forgetting another thing here. If he’s telling me the truth, we have two killers to catch. The SAK and his copycat.”

      The room grew silent. Sergeant Haas looked at his superior. “What’s your recommendation, Sal?”

      “Give him what he wants. Play along.”

      Riggio jumped in. “With all due respect, Chief, I disagree.”

      The deputy chief turned to her. “He called here, this morning. Said he was looking forward to seeing Kitt on TV.”

      “On television?” White asked. “What did he mean by that?”

      “Press conference,” Sal offered. “For whatever reason, he wants Kitt working the case and he wants proof we complied with his demand.”

      Riggio spoke up. “Clearly, this man’s made it his business to educate himself about Detective Lundgren. He’s gone to great lengths to involve her in this ‘game.’” She looked at Kitt. “My question is, why?”

      “I don’t know.”

      “Seems to me, that’d be an important thing to find out.”

      “Agreed.” Sal moved his gaze between the group. “Tom, I’m temporarily reassigning you. Riggio, it’s you and Kitt on this one. Kitt’s lead.”

      Riggio made a sound of protest. “Lead? This is my case. Let her assist, but don’t—”

      “My decision’s final. Sorry, Riggio.” He turned to Kitt. “Are you up to this? It’s only round one and he’s calling himself by your daughter’s nickname.”

      “I can handle it.”

      He nodded. “Then, let’s get busy. Call a press conference for this afternoon. Keep it simple. A straightforward FYI.”

      They filed out of the office. When they cleared the chief’s hearing range, Kitt stopped Riggio. “This is going to get intense. It’ll be important we work together, as a team.”

      “You don’t need to lecture me, Detective. I have my priorities straight.”

      “I’m glad to hear that.”

      “With that said, do you really think you’re ready to lead a major homicide investigation?”

      “I said I’m ready, and I am.”

      Riggio shook her head. “Do you even know what that means anymore? The pressure of being under the departmental microscope? The press hounding you? The public demanding results? And we’re not talking just any case, the case?”

      Kitt didn’t flinch, though a small seed of doubt bloomed inside her. “I’m ready,” she said again.

      Riggio leaned toward her. “It’s my ass on the line with this one, too. I need a partner I trust watching my back.”

      “I’ll be watching it,” Kitt muttered. “Better than any partner you’ve ever had.”

      “Somehow, I have a hard time believing that.”

      Kitt watched

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