“Excuse me, Ms. Francesco?” the woman said. “Sorry to interrupt, but could you have someone cover for me while I change please? Joey got into the powder again.”
Tony sniffed the air. That smell, there was something familiar about it…and then it all hit home. It wasn’t perfume that Saruzal the librarian had been wearing, it was baby powder. Baby powder because she wore diapers, just like the killer. A diaper. That was what the flash of white was, he was sure of it now. It was Saruzal!
Cell phone in hand, Tony rushed from the building and dialed K.J.’s number. A grisly chill crept up his spine when he reached her voicemail. Even in police custody, they let her take calls. If she wasn’t picking up, it meant she was somewhere else.

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