"April? Nobody comes to Millers Kill in April."

"Bodies left in remote locations in Cossayuharie." MacAuley ticked off a fourth finger. "And finally, all three of them killed in the same fashion with the same-caliber weapon." He held his hand up and waggled his fingers. "We can't rule out a serial killer. Not with three bodies agreeing on five points."

"Why-" Hadley started to say, then shut her mouth.

"Go, on, Knox," the chief said.

She swallowed. "Why was the first guy-I mean, John Doe one-why was he dumped? The others were buried. Not deep, but they were buried. He was just laying out there in the open."

The chief slid up onto the table and braced his boots on a chair. "What do you think?"

Her face fell into the cool expressionless mask that had completely unnerved Kevin when she'd directed it toward him. She's panicked, he realized. She's afraid of coming across like an idiot. The chief looked at her patiently. MacAuley looked at her like a guy who was running late for his proctologist's appointment. Kevin twitched in his seat. Urquhart was smirking.

The search. He tried to beam the thought into her head. It must have worked, because her eyes slid toward him. He put his hand up to his mouth. "Huggins," he coughed.

"The search for the men who ran away after the accident interrupted the killer," she said instantly. "There was no chance to bury the victim because the area was crawling with searchers."

"Which means," the chief said, "somebody who was there that night may have seen something. We need a list of everyone on the SAR team who participated, and the various Christie relatives who turned out. That'll be your job, Eric."

McCrea slid low in his chair and groaned. Several "baas" erupted from the back of the room.

"The other possibility," the chief said, "is that the body found in the back of the McGeochs' property is unrelated to the two found past the Muster Field." The dep snorted loudly but didn't say anything. "We've sent the pictures and the ME's preliminary report down to the Bronx, where they're trying to find the two men Knox and Flynn stopped last week." He stared at the whiteboard, which had a lot of theories and very few solutions. "Kevin, you go ahead and follow up on the local migrant worker population."

Kevin clenched his fist in triumph. In like Flynn.

"Knox, you're with McCrea. Noble, you take the SAR volunteers. Lyle, since you like the serial killer angle so much, you get to work on the VCAP database and see if you can find anything that sounds familiar."

"Any evidence that John Doe one was sexually assaulted?"

The chief's eyebrows went up. "I didn't see anything in Scheeler's report. Although, since he did his prelim before we found the other two, maybe he wasn't looking in that-uh-direction." Urquhart snickered. The chief ignored him. "You thinking someone preying on young gay men?"

The dep shrugged. "Two guys alone in the woods with no signs of coercion? It's not like we haven't seen it before."

The chief pinched the bridge of his nose again. "Yeah."

Hadley leaned toward Kevin. "What are they talking about?" she hissed.

"Three summers ago," he whispered, "two gay guys were beaten up and another one killed."

She flinched. "That's awful." Then her expression changed. Became thoughtful. "Why are we assuming it's a guy?"

"Knox? Kevin?" The chief was frowning.

"If you two brought candy, you better have enough for the other kids," the dep said.

"Why are we assuming it's a guy?" Hadley said, loud enough for everyone to hear. She looked up at the chief. "Maybe the killer is a woman." Hadley looked around the room, measuring the others' reactions. "She could have lured them into the woods." She turned to MacAuley. "You don't need to restrain someone if he's busy taking his pants off."

"If it was poison, or there was money involved-those are the sort of situations where women've appeared as serial killers." The dep sounded like he was trying to be diplomatic. "Naked guys tapped in the woods-there just aren't many recorded instances of women doing that."

"Maybe that's because they're better at covering it up than men," Hadley said.

II

Clare hoped she would miss Janet when she took Amado back out to the McGeochs' to get the rest of his stuff. It was Memorial Day Monday, after all, and most reasonable people were taking the day off.

No such luck. Russ's sister came running out of the barn as soon as Clare's Subaru pulled in the dusty yard. Clare and Amado hadn't gotten out of the car before the apologies started.

"Oh, my God, Clare, I'm so, so sorry! I had no idea when that man showed up that he was-well, I thought it was odd that he knew Amado, but I was so distracted-when Russ told me, I nearly died, I was so…" Apparently, there wasn't a word big enough, so Janet threw her arms around Clare and hugged her. "Thank God, thank God you weren't hurt. I thought Russ was just being-well, cranky, when he said you're as tough as an army boot, but he was right!" She hugged her again. "Oh, there's Amado!"

Clare listened while Janet repeated her whole apology to the young man, who looked at her with alarmed incomprehension, protecting his cast with his good hand. Smart kid, Clare thought. If she hugs any tighter she'll rebreak that bone.

"I thought, all things considered, that Amado should stay at the rectory after all," Clare said, loudly enough to catch Janet's attention. "The Christies will probably make bail as soon as court opens tomorrow." She made a go on gesture to Amado, who needed no encouragement to escape. He took off around the barn at a trot.

"Are you sure that's safe?" Janet, having disgorged the apologies she must have been holding in for two days, visibly settled. "I mean, what if they come back?"

"It's a lot less likely in the middle of town than out here in a trailer."

Janet ran her hand through her Medium Golden Blond No. 5 hair. "Is it true you broke Donald Christie's nose?"

Clare rubbed her own nose. "I didn't mean to."

Janet whistled. "You go, girl."

Clare held up her hands. "Violence is not the answer, to paraphrase… a whole bunch of people. Including your mother."

"Mmm. So, have you seen Russ since that night?"

Oh, God. What did he tell her? But no. He wouldn't have spoken about the two of them. Or about the bodies they found at the Muster Field. Janet didn't know her John Doe had been reclassified as the first of a series of murders.

She was saved from coming up with a truth that told nothing by the thrum of tires along Lick Springs Road. Janet craned her neck and shaded her eyes. "Shit," she said under her breath.

Clare twisted around to see the squad car speeding down the long sweep of hill toward the McGeochs' barnyard.

"I gotta call the men," Janet said. She raced toward the barn, leaving Clare alone at the end of a train of dust puffs rising and falling in the air.

Her heart rose in her chest to sink again when she glimpsed the red head through the driver's window. Not fair. She wasn't going to hold it against the rest of the MKPD just because they weren't Russ.

"Hey! Reverend Fergusson!" Kevin waved jauntily as he unfolded from his cruiser. "What're you doing out here?"

She gestured toward the barn and, by implication, the bunkhouse that lay somewhere beyond it. "I brought Amado out to get the rest of his things. I'm moving him into the rectory."

Kevin considered that. "Does the chief know?"

She resisted the first comment that came to mind. "I think he's got a little more on his mind than my interim sexton's living arrangements, don't you?"

He hooked his thumbs over his gun belt in a perfect copy of Russ. "Those Christies will be making bail tomorrow, you know."