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Laurie Luke was someone who didn’t chat online, how do you think the Blond Bomber found her?” I put my book back on the nightstand and turned to face him.
    Greg put his book face down on his chest. “I can think of several possibilities.”
    “Me, too. But you first.”
    He chuckled. “Okay. First, maybe Lisa didn’t know her sister chatted online. After all, they didn’t spend all their time together, and didn’t Lisa work days and Laurie nights?”
    “Very true.”
    “And maybe the fact that those other victims were online a lot is just a coincidence. After all, most adults under sixty are online these days.”
    I thought about it. “I honestly don’t think Laurie Luke came across him online. That just doesn’t add up in her case. But the coincidence thing could be just the ticket. I’m thinking maybe the Blond Bomber finds his victims another way. We have to find out what else these women had in common.”
    Greg put his book on the nightstand and turned off his light. “Or, the Blond Bomber just picks his women at random.” He scooted down until he was flat and turned towards me.
    I turned off my light and did the same. “Another thought I had is maybe he sees them somewhere, fixates on them, and stalks them until he gets them alone.” This theory was one that gave me hope that Lil’s theory about Brian was wrong. “But if that’s the case, then Brian Eddy can’t be the Blond Bomber. A busy surgeon wouldn’t have time to stalk anyone.”
    “Good point. Hopefully, more pieces of the puzzle will fall into place tomorrow.” Greg kissed me soundly. I turned around, and we fell asleep in the spoon position.
    A short time later, I was awakened by a furry tail tickling my nose. Muffin had found her sweet spot—directly under my chin. I fell back to sleep hoping Lisa Luke could find the same peace.
    Monday morning I was in the middle of organizing boxes of documents when I received a surprise visitor. It was Zenobia Washington, my oldest and dearest friend, better known as Zee. I first met Zee a billion years ago right here at Woobie. She hasn’t worked here in more than fifteen years, but she still knows a lot of the people. Sometimes, I wish she didn’t—like now.
    This wasn’t the first time Zee had popped in to say hello, though usually she calls first to make sure I’m available. But one look at her told me this was not a social call, nor had she dropped by to coax me out to an early lunch or a friendly cup of coffee. The scowl on her cocoa-bean face was set as firmly as the faces on Mount Rushmore and was not nearly as warm. Adding to that was her stance. In spite of her church-going, sweet-potato-pie nature, Zee has this imposing stance that can stop a hardened criminal in his tracks and make him want to call his momma.
    Zee and I are about the same size and height, meaning we’re both as wide as we are tall. At just past ten thirty, Zee stood in my office doorway dressed in a very stylish copper-colored pantsuit with perfect hair and makeup. An expensive designer handbag dangled from one hand. The other hand was clenched and positioned on one bulky hip. Her pump-clad feet were slightly apart.
    If I knew where my momma was, I’d probably pick up the phone.
    I thought about lightening up the moment by sticking my tongue out at her, but I was afraid she’d bite it off. I hadn’t seen her this angry in a long time, and it worried me.
    “Geez, Zee, you look like you’re about to go postal.” I moved to clear my visitor’s chair of files. “Come on in and sit down.”
    For a moment, she just glared at me, then she stepped inside and sat down. The scowl was still intact, but at least sitting she couldn’t keep up the full effect of the stance.
    “I need to talk to you, Odelia.” The words were said through clenched teeth.
    Just as I made a move to shut the door, Steele barged in. “Do you know where Jill is?”
    I shook my head. “No, sorry. She’s probably making copies or