Anxious drivers started sounding their horns behind them. The more impatient ones were already shouting abuse out of their windows. Garcia disregarded them and edged forward slowly in his own time. His attention was still on Hunter. ‘Please tell me there’s sense behind the madness. What are you saying, Robert? That the killer is in love with my wife?’ ‘No, not with Anna,’ Hunter replied. ‘But what if the killer thinks he’s in love with all his victims.’ Garcia’s eyes narrowed as he thought about it. ‘What, both of them?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘At the same time?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And we’re not talking obsessed fan love?’ ‘No.’ His eyes narrowed further. ‘If he’s really in love with them, why would he kill them in such a brutal way?’ ‘I didn’t say he was in love with them,’ Hunter clarified. ‘I said he thinks he’s in love with them. But what he’s really in love with is their image. Who they represent, not who they are.’ Silence. Realization came seconds later.
