Page 53 of Coordinates of Death

Oaklynn chuckled and leaned closer. “That’s why they call him Grizzly.”

“Nice to meet you, Aurora,” Caleb said. “I’m so sorry to hear of the loss of Constable Murphy. If there’s anything I can do to help your team, please let me know. Listening to people is what I’m good at. I can be available over video conference while we’re away.”

“Thank you.”

Kordell hugged Caleb. “Good to see you, bro.”

“You too.”

Kordell clapped. “Okay, folks. Let me introduce you to the Canadian Watchers Squad.” He gestured to his father. “This is the CEO, Maxwell Greene.”

The man waved.

“The blonde hiding behind him is Hayley. She’s our sniper and dabbles in geographical profiling.” He winked at her.

Hayley nodded but didn’t smile.

Odd. Was there tension between her and Kordell?

“Next is Ryker, but we call him Preach. He’s a firefighter but keeps us grounded with God.” Kordell pointed to the dark-haired man.

Preach placed his hands in a prayer position with the tips of his fingers resting on his chin as he dipped his head in greeting.

Kordell motioned toward the married couple. “And this is Oaklynn and Caleb. Oaklynn is a constable in Ontario, and Caleb has a psychology background.”

The couple each raised a hand in welcome.

The monitor on the wall flickered to life, and a woman’s face appeared. “Hey, everyone. I’m Mikaela.”

“Good to see you, sis,” Kordell said. “Mic is our computer expert.”

“Thanks for your help clearing Aurora,” Staff Sergeant Hill said. “Looking forward to working with you.”

“Anything to help.”

Kordell motioned to the male beside Preach. “This is our profiler—Dawson.”

“Glad to be here.” He approached the murder board. “I’m eager to get started.”

“Before you do—Aurora, can you introduce your colleagues?” Kordell sat at the head of the table.

“Of course.” Aurora complied, giving the Greenes each of the names of her coworkers and their occupations. “Let me start by giving you an overview of the Shadow Box Killer.” She pointed to the board, which included each victim’s face, photos of the crime scenes and the shadow boxes.

She stood by the map cluttered with pushpins and strings, mapped to each location of where SBK had left his victims and their boxes. “As you can see, the crime scenes are all over the Yukon and inside the Alaskan border. His last clue took us to a lake here.” She pointed to the exact spot in Alaska. “That’s where Kordell and I found Jennifer’s hand frozen in a block of ice.”

“Has your coroner identified the victim you found in the cave?” Preach asked.

“Not yet. Hopefully today. Dawson, give us your take on our profile, because our team hasn’t been able to connect the dots. We have victims from various neighborhoods, ages, and occupations. The only common denominator is that they’re all female.”

Dawson tapped on Sanders’s picture. “Except for the trooper here and, of course, Constable Murphy. Our deepest condolences.”

“Thank you. I feel that’s only because I broke the rules and contacted the state troopers.” Aurora rubbed her temples. “And I asked my team to help with the search in the caves.”

“Don’t take that guilt on you,” Oaklynn said. “You had to do what you did to find her. Take it from me. A serial killer’s mind is complex.”

“Thank you. Continue, Dawson. Explain what you found.”

“First, SBK is unpredictable, and that’s what makes him so dangerous.”