Another long night. Instead of going home, like I probably should have, I went back to my office. I wanted to get this profile out of the way so it would be ready for the briefing. I got to work on my laptop, pulling up the police files that Zinnia had given me. I needed to study what I could of the other murders and see if I could determine more about Caleb’s behavior.

When I’d been younger, only five or six years old, I’d run out of the mansion crying. The other pups had been ...