Chapter 14

Twenty minutes later, his phone rang.

“Mr. Foster,” the detective said when Jim answered. “What did you remember?”

Jim told him about the notes, and his theory when he’d gotten them that they had to come from a woman.

“I don’t suppose you kept them,” Baines said when Jim finished.

“Only the last four,” Jim replied.

“Better than none. I’ll be by to pick them up as soon as possible. They may not be connected to the murders, but then again, they might.”

After they’d hung up, Jim got the notes from his dresser drawer, setting them on the coffee table. Then he waited, pacing the living room while Callie watched from the sofa. He jumped when the buzzer rang, checking to be certain it was the detective before buzzing him in.

“That’s them,” Jim said, pointing, as soon as the detective entered the apartment.

Baines took a seat on the sofa, then put on latex gloves. “Probably a waste of time, since you’ve already handled them.”