Kellie sat back down again. The photos had caused the blood in her veins to chill.
“We can thank God you came into the police station yesterday before anything happened to you.”
Her hand went to her mouth. “It’s the same man, so why are there different sets of names for him?”
He pocketed the papers. “It turns out they are identical twins.”
She could hardly breathe. “Twin murderers?”
“I suspect they work together, but the FBI agents I spoke to didn’t realize it until the forensics lab discovered that their prints weren’t exactly the same. It would explain why you could receive a letter postmarked from Austin at the same time he approached you in Eagle Mountain.”
Kellie buried her face in her hands, trying to comprehend it. The next thing she knew, he’d put a cup of coffee in front of her. “Drink this. You need it.”
She took a deep breath and sat back in the chair. “Thank you.” For a few minutes she sipped the hot liquid while she tried to absorb what she’d just learned.
“Tomorrow morning I’d like you to fly to Colorado Springs with me. Your friends have sworn they’ve never given out your cell-phone number to a soul. But if your friend at the Women’s Pro Rodeo Association has put your number into the computer, that may explain where these men got it.”
“You mean they hacked their computer?”
“I don’t know. That’s what I want to find out. You’ve been with that association for several years. These men know your rodeo schedule. Your name is on file with them. I’m curious to know if your friend kept your cell phone number to herself or put it in the computer, never thinking about it. Maybe she even saw him.”
Kellie thought back. “When I gave it to her, she knew never to give it to anyone else.”
“That was before she moved. Chances are she didn’t put it in the system, but I need to find out.”
She marveled at the way his mind worked. “What are you thinking?”
He leaned back in the chair drinking his coffee. “These stalkers are cunning. In order to talk to you, the one who approached you had to have done his homework. What you put on your website about belonging to the Women’s Pro Rodeo Association might have given him an idea I want to explore.”
Kellie had a feeling he hadn’t told her everything. “What time do you want to leave?”
“At 5:30 a.m. We have a 7:00 a.m. flight. If we get our business done fast, you’ll be back here in time to put your horse through some maneuvers before evening. This will be our first venture in public as a married couple, so we’ll behave as man and wife when we reach Colorado.”
Man and wife. A tremor ran through her body. He’d anticipated every question a
nd had answered them before she could even think.
“Then I’m going to get ready for bed now.”
“Before you go upstairs, I want you to walk out to the mailbox and bring in any mail you find. Don’t worry. One of the team will be watching you. I’ll be waiting by the front door.”
She got this sick feeling in her stomach over the idea that the stalker might have been near her condo today. Reaching in her purse for her keys, she left the town house and took the short walk to retrieve her smattering of mail from the box.
After she returned, she walked over to the table and put it down. There were three ads, a catalog of home decor furnishings and a five-by-seven white envelope with nothing written on the front. When she saw that it didn’t have a stamp, she froze.
“When does your mail normally come?”
“Between two and three.”
“The stalker may have come after to slip this into your box.”
“You think he had a key?”
“These criminals are professionals and have tools, but we’re going to find out.”
Cy put on gloves and picked it up. After opening the flap, he pulled out a black-and-white glossy photograph of Kellie taken in a beauty salon. She was sitting in a chair with a drape around her neck. Her head had been cut out and it fell on the table. The word liar had been printed on the back of it.
“I don’t believe it!”