Page 38 of Line of Sight (Second Sight #4)

Mount Auburn Chapel

IT WAS Dan’s second funeral in this particular chapel, and also the second where Gary shared a connection with the deceased. Once again every seat was occupied, and mourners filled all the available space.

Sean must have been a popular guy. Except he already knew that: He’d seen the evidence at the charity ball.

He glanced at his fellow mourners and stilled when he saw some familiar faces. “Well, well, well. Look who came to pay their respects.”

Three mourners whose photos were currently attached to the whiteboard in their office.

Greg Collins was about three rows from the back of the chapel, dressed in black.

His attention was focused on his phone, however.

On the row in front of him was Amy Walsh, her face partially hidden beneath a wide-brimmed black hat.

Behind Greg sat Senator Kelly, who appeared uncomfortable.

He shifted constantly in his seat, his face tight.

No sign of Jennifer Sullivan.

Then Greg glanced up from his phone and caught sight of Dan. He froze.

Dan gave him a polite smile, and Greg responded with a brisk nod before returning to his phone.

A moment later, the senator and Amy jerked their heads in Dan’s direction, an action so synchronized it was almost comical.

The implication was obvious.

What Dan really wanted was for someone else to stare at him, but that was unlikely.

He’s not going to do that. He’s too intelligent for that.

That was an assumption, but one that seemed reasonable, given the evidence. If Dan were the killer, he wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself.

Gary twisted to stare at them. “They knew him too, remember? I’d bet most of these people were at UMass with Sean. And to be honest, it would be more suspicious if they didn’t turn up.” He paused. “Do you think he’ll be here?”

Dan huffed. “If I were him? Sure. I’d like the chance to watch and gloat.”

Gary was quiet for a moment. “Listen to me, okay? This guy has to be a psychopath. Don’t start thinking like him. I mean it. Don’t let him in your head.”

Warmth barreled through him to hear the love in Gary’s voice.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help that. Besides, thinking like the killer usually helps me find him faster. I get a sense for how they work, what makes them tick.”

Gary gazed at him. “You said usually.”

Dan sighed. “Yeah. Not this time.”

Although he hadn’t seen anyone paying him obvious attention, the hairs standing to attention on the back of his neck were all Dan needed to know someone was staring at him.

Someone who was making damn sure to stay out of Dan’s crosshairs.