Along with the images came memories she had pushed down for years. She gagged and tossed Jack her rental car keys. “What the hell?” he demanded as he caught them. “We need to question him some more.” “I’ll explain in the car. Just get in.” Scowling and swearing, he shoved the driver’s seat backward so he could climb in and then they were speeding toward the police station. When she stayed silent, Jack snapped, “So, explain.” “Inside the toilet tank in the bathroom, Walter had pictures of girls. Not Brittany or Lauren, but that age.” Jack glanced at her, looking unsurprised even as his hands tightened around the steering wheel. “I told you. He’s a sick, slimy bastard. He did this.” “We need to talk to Tomas about trying to get a warrant.” “Yeah? How, exactly? Inside the toilet tank isn’t in plain sight.”
