And easily several thousand pictures. Ivy stared at them until she was sure her eyes burned, but she didn’t see any sign of the killer. Or, if she did, she didn’t realize it. He had on a mask. It was dark. Dammit, the only thing I know about him is that his hair is dark and he’s built like Bennett. “No luck?” She looked up at Bennett’s voice. She was in his office, sitting at his desk, and he’d just appeared in the doorway. His voice hadn’t been particularly hopeful, and she saw that his expression was grim. “No, I’m sorry.” He nodded. “It was a long shot. There are so many exits from that convention center, and the place was total chaos.” “No bloody clothes were found?” “Not by the crime team, and they went back again earlier, searching for it.” He crossed the room and came to her side, standing over her as he looked down at the computer. “It’s really the perfect place, if you think about it. All of those people, many of them already so drunk they can’t stand…and even if they aren’t drunk, then maybe they’ve had enough to be buzzing a bit.
