“We’re on it,” Cooper said. “We have someone going to those libraries and viewing the security feeds during the time the emails were sent.”
“Someone? Shouldn’t we send this information to Detective Rossi?”
Liam shook his head. “No. Our bad guy might be watching for the police to show up at the libraries. He might have someone he’s paying to let him know if anyone starts asking to see the security videos. We don’t want to alert him that we’re bearing down on him. Our man knows how to investigate this without alerting anyone as to what he’s doing.”
And that was why they were so good at what they did. She never would have thought of any of those things. “Okay. Let’s do this. Can I just hit Send on this?”
Cooper placed his hand over hers to stop her from hitting Send. “We don’t know how computer savvy he is. You need to doit from your laptop since that’s what you’ve been communicating with him on.”
“I didn’t bring it with me.”
“We’ll do it when we get home,” Cooper said.
“Okay.” She was happy to delay baiting the monster.
Grayson picked up a sheet of paper. “I got a reply from the FBI profiler this morning. She apologizes for not having the time to delve deep on our man, but she gave us a brief sketch of him.” His gaze focused on the paper as he read. “He’s between forty and fifty-five years of age, average height and appearance, lives alone and is a professional of some sort. Maybe an attorney or business owner.” He dropped the page to the table. “In other words, could be just about anyone.”
“How do they do that?” Kendall asked. “Take a few facts and come up with things that more often than not are correct.” Profilers were beyond her scope of understanding.
“It’s not really that mysterious,” Cooper said. “They have strong analytical skills, an understanding of criminal behavior and human minds for a start. Some of it, though, is…” He leaned over and loudly whispered in her ear, “woo-woo.”
Grayson laughed. “All true.”
She wished the profiler could have woo-wooed the monster’s name right out of the air.
Chapter 23
“Igot a joke,” Livie said. “Tyler told me it.”
Cooper set his fork down and gave his attention to his daughter. “Hit me with it.”
She frowned. “I don’t want to hit you.”
He chuckled. “That just means tell it to me.” He needed to learn to think how what he said would be interpreted by a child.
“Oh. Okay. What has hands but doesn’t clap?”
A clock.“I give up. What?”
“A clock.” She giggled. “Get it?”
“That’s a good one, Princess.”
“I know. Can we play baseball after dinner?”
He glanced at Kendall with raised brows. She nodded, and he said, “Sure, but you have to eat your peas.”
She glared at the peas as if they had personally offended her. “Do I have to?”
“If you want to play baseball you do.”
With a loud, drawn-out sigh, she ate her peas, and when she was done, Kendall sent them out while she cleaned up the kitchen. He took Livie to the yard behind his apartment building. They’d been playing for twenty minutes when Kendall came outside. He took one look at her and knew something was wrong.
He handed the ball he was about to pitch to Livie. “Hold this a minute. I need to talk to Mommy.” He jogged to Kendall. “What happened?”
“My alarm service just called. My alarm is going off. They’re calling the police.”
“Call Rossi. Tell him you want him to go to your house, then call you as soon as he knows if there’s a problem.”