““So who was with Kelly before she died?” Becca glanced at Olson, then back to Val, but didn’t answer. A nervous shimmy started right below her rib cage. “Spit it out, Becca.” “David Lund.” Val’s throat constricted. Pete narrowed his eyes on the rookie. “So we recovered a used tissue with David Lund’s DNA in it from the scene? He was there that morning. Couldn’t he have blown his nose?” Becca shook her head. “It wasn’t from him blowing his nose.” “Semen?” She nodded. “Some killers … get excited ...when they take a life.” Val’s mind stuttered. What Becca was saying was impossible. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it. “And if you remember,” Becca continued, “we had snow the day before, so a tissue couldn’t have been there long without being dissolved by the elements.” Pete focused on Val. “Are we going to bring him in?” Val forced a nod, although her mind was screaming. It didn’t feel right, but that was the problem, wasn’t it? When it came to Lund, she’d been going by her feelings since Kelly’s body showed up in the lake.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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