Tuesday, May 4, 7.10 P.M.

JD was so tired, all the numbers on his screen were blurring together. Then he smelled coffee. Lucy put a cup in front of him, followed by cream and sugar packets.

'I didn't know how you liked it,' she said. 'Your coffee, I mean,' she added wryly.

He looked up to find her studying him. 'I thought I'd scared you away.'

'No. Stevie wouldn't leave me alone with a crazed killer.'

He dumped the sugar in the coffee, then tossed the cream packets to Stevie's empty desk. 'Stevie likes a little coffee with her cream.'

'Good to know. Can I sit?'

He pulled a chair from another empty desk. 'Please.'

'So, what the hell, JD? What happened back there? I know you didn't kill anyone.'

'But I have. I was a sniper. A good one.' He waited for her reaction.

'You want me to be upset?' she asked. 'Are you trying to scare me away?'

'Maybe,' he admitted.

'Well, I'm still here. What gives with the drama? What happened to your wife?'

'She died. Stupid accident that didn't have to happen.'

'What kind of accident?'

'Diving. Maya was into extreme sports. Skydiving, rock-climbing, stuff like that.'

'I knew it,' she said, narrowing her eyes. 'I knew you were dangerous.'

'I'm not dangerous,' he insisted. 'Which is why she's dead.'

'That makes no sense. Back up and start at the beginning. How did you meet?'

'In the army and we hit it off. I got out first and came back here. The aunt who took me in was still living. She was sick, though, and I was able to help take care of her in her last months. I never knew her that well, but the years I spent with her were the most stable of my life. I wanted to, you know, repay her a little of what she'd given me. Like you and the Pughs.'

'I understand.'

He knew she did. 'Then Maya got out, but she had no family, so she came here, to me. I'd joined the department, she became a firefighter. A year later we got married.'

'Did you love her?'

'Yes, but not the way Paul and Stevie loved each other. Maya and I were more like friends with benefits who filed our taxes jointly. When the fun was done there wasn't much to say.'

'So how did you kill her?' she asked.

'I did a little of the extreme stuff with her at the beginning, but it wasn't my thing. I'd had enough. Plus, I'd met Paul and Stevie by then and wanted what they had. I wanted to have kids.'

'But Maya wasn't a kid kind of person,' she murmured.

'No, she was not. She accused me of making her give up her fun and I guess I was, so she spent less time at home, more time doing whatever gave her a rush. More time away from me.'

'She went diving without you one day and didn't come home?'

He nodded. 'She dived too deep and didn't have an adequate ascent plan.'

'And you blamed yourself.'

'We'd had a bad argument right before she stomped out.'

She was studying him. 'Did she say you weren't exciting enough for her?'

He flinched in surprise. 'Yes. How did you know that?'

'Before you kissed me yesterday, I'd said that whether I got involved with you would depend on how exciting you were. I've been wondering why that made you so intense.'

'I guess it's still a sore spot.'

'I'm sorry. I'm sure she didn't mean it.'

'Yeah, she did. That's the problem. She was furious when she left that day and I didn't calm her down. I pushed her buttons and if I hadn't, she'd still be alive.'

'So let me get this straight. Your wife, a mostly rational adult, got angry, took a foolish risk and died. JD, that's nowhere close to killing her.'

He met her eyes directly. 'So let me get this straight. Your mother, a doctor, a seemingly rational adult, endured a terrible tragedy that you did not cause, after which she had a mental breakdown. You, her child, desperately vying for her attention, gave her additional anxiety, so she sent you away. That's nowhere close to driving her literally crazy.'

Her eyes narrowed. 'You set me up.'

'But was I right?'

She stewed a few seconds. 'Yes. Don't do it again, please.'

'Fair enough. I learned the technique from Stevie, so you can blame her.'

She cocked her jaw. 'I just might.'

'Are you mad?'

'No,' she said. 'You're right. I've always known it in my head.'

'But the heart's another thing.'

She nodded. 'So you went to Stevie's group after your wife died.'

'Not right away. I got a little crazy first, taking chances to take down any badass that crossed my path. Nearly got myself and my Narcotics partner killed. My CO at the time told me to get help or get a transfer. Eventually I did both.'

'And here you are,' she said simply.

He smiled. 'Here I am.'

'And here I am,' Drew said from behind them, his expression furious as he put her purse on JD's desk. 'I was testing the tracking device I hid.' He took a compact out and opened it, revealing a transmitter the size of a key fob. 'But I kept getting false readings and didn't know why. Then I found this.' Opening her purse, he pulled on the lining. 'It's sliced. This was hidden inside.' On his palm he held a transmitter nearly identical to the one in the compact.

JD came to his feet. 'What the hell?'

Lucy stared at it, the color draining from her face. 'Somebody bugged my purse?'

'It's not a bug,' Drew said. 'It's a tracking device.'

'Somebody's been watching me?' she whispered. 'Listening?'

What the hell? JD let out a relieved breath when Drew shook his head.

'No,' Drew said. 'Some of these devices come with a listening feature. The one I was planting did, in fact. This one doesn't. But he knows where you are at all times.'

'He didn't have to be physically near you to know your schedule,' JD said.

She nodded, considering. 'He knew I wasn't at Gwyn's last night when he left Janet's heart. Oddly enough, that makes me feel better. So what do we do with it?'

'Leave it,' Drew said and she blinked in surprise.

'This guy has to think he's a step ahead,' JD said. 'Can we track it to him?'

'It goes through a website, which means IP addresses, and warrants. So for all intents, no.'

'How long has it been there?' Lucy asked.

'The manufacturer's website says the battery provides up to ten days' coverage in standby mode,' Drew said. 'It's motion-activated and you've been on the move, so less than ten.'

'Ten days ago I was in LA and I bought this purse there,' Lucy said. 'Unless he followed me to California, it had to have been when I came back.'

'Who's had access to your purse?' JD asked.

'I keep it in my desk drawer at the morgue and no, I don't lock it up like I should. When I'm at the club it's locked in the office. I left it in your car when we went to the Bennetts' house. After last night, I've kept it and my duffle with me everywhere. I don't want to have them sucked into another crime scene.'

Two possibilities jumped out at JD, and he knew Lucy would like neither of them. There was Alan, the ME tech who already knew more than everyone else at the morgue about her personal life. And Thorne, her friend. For now he'd keep both to himself.

'Our window of opportunity is yesterday,' JD said. 'Can we check for prints?'

'We can,' Drew said. 'Don't expect any. I haven't found a useable print yet.'

Lucy's eyes widened. 'He couldn't have known my routine from this. He's only been tracking me for two days. Either there are other devices, or he was physically following me.'

'You're right,' Drew said. 'We'll go over your car again and check your other purses.'

'They're in my closet,' she said wearily. 'Your lock is still on my door.'

'I'll check your wallet and cell phone, too. You could have tracking software installed on your cell that you don't even know about.'

'How on earth could I have gotten that software on my phone?'

'It could have come through a text, an attachment, something that looked like a photo link. It could be running all the time in the background and you would never know. Your phone?'

She gave it to him. 'That's just . . . squicky.'

'Maybe, but better safe and squicked out than sorry and dead. I'll be in touch.'

He'd started to walk away when she tugged his sleeve. 'Wait, Drew. Did you say the device you were planting in my purse has listening capabilities? I don't like that.'

JD's mind immediately went to the night ahead in her apartment. Neither do I.

'It's not broadcasting all the time. It's remotely activated. I can call it from my cell if you get in trouble or go somewhere you haven't told us you're going. I can hear what's going on.'

The look of horror on her face would have been funny had it not been so appropriate. And shared. 'I really, really don't like that,' she said.

Drew shrugged. 'If he gets you, you'll want us to know you're in trouble.'

Her eyes flicked to JD's. 'I don't like this, JD. I can take being tracked and guarded and being bait, but I don't like the idea of people listening to my private conversations. That puts me and everyone else I know in jeopardy.'

'I know,' he said. After hearing about her trial, he understood. 'It's just until you're safe.'

'No. Use the other kind of device, Drew. I'm giving up enough of my privacy rights.'

JD grasped her shoulder gently. 'Lucy, listen to me. He cuts out their hearts. He tortures them. He burns a letter into their backs. Slits their throats.'

She'd grown paler with each sentence. 'I know.'

'This man we're looking for is a monster. I'm going to make sure he never puts his hands on you, but if he gets close, don't you want to be able to communicate with us?'

She looked away. 'Yes.' Then squared her shoulders in a gesture with which he was becoming all too familiar. 'Is there a way for me to block it when I want privacy?'

'Yes,' Drew said. 'But that puts you in danger of not having it available when you need it. JD is right, Lucy. This is a dangerous man. You've seen what he can do.'

She swallowed hard. 'Who will have the number to call this thing?'

'Me,' Drew said. 'JD and Stevie. And Hyatt.'

She grimaced. 'Hyatt, too? Does he have to?' she asked in a whine.

One corner of Drew's mouth lifted. 'He signed off on the security, so yes.'

She sighed. 'Okay. I don't like this at all, but I'll do it so we can catch this man before he kills anyone else. Me included. Fine. I'm in, just not happy about it.'

Drew nodded soberly. 'Good. I'll bring your purse back when I'm done with it.'

When Drew was gone, Lucy sank back into the chair. 'I hate this, JD.'