Chapter 9

They put the wire on Tessa Lund at 9:40 Saturday morning in the back of a van that smelled like burned coffee. She wore a maternity cardigan over it. Her hands were shaking so hard the tech had to tape the transmitter twice. "You can stop at any point," Ruiz told her. "You say the word 'exhausted' and we're in there." "Exhausted," Tessa repeated. Then she laughed, high and thin. "Kind of on the nose." She met him at 10:15 in the parking lot of a garden center in Poulsbo, because that's where...