connecting the ex with both victims, but other than that he said there’s no news. He also said Donovan is looking into the victims’ cell, email, and social networking records. Apparently they were both heavy into Facebook, Twitter, and Badoo.”
“What about online dating?” Trent’s question caught her off guard.
Erica jerked her head toward the front and looked at Ramirez. For some reason she hadn’t thought of the murderer as someone from the online dating world, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be. The truth was she wasn’t all seeing, and the more possibilities they took off the table, the easier it became for her to narrow it down.
She watched Ramirez shake his head in a negative. “I don’t know. I guess we can have Donovan check it out, but do you really think these college girls, in a town full of kids their own age, would go on online dates? It seems pretty useless to me.”
Erica nodded in agreement. “You’re right, Ramirez. But a lot of college students use Facebook as more of a dating site than a networking site. So you need to keep that in mind. We need to find specific people they’ve both interacted with that may be connected.”
“Yeah that’s what I thought as well.”
“Ramirez, did you happen to look through Lisa’s date book? Or journal?”
“I did,” he groaned. “I’ve never read so much gushing about a guy in my life. Oh and the petty disputes over her old friends being jealous were exhausting.”
Erica perked up in her seat. “What guy was she gushing about? And what were the friends jealous over?”
“The guy was the ex-boyfriend, Derek Holmes, and she didn’t say what they were jealous over, just that they were.”
She mulled over his words as they reached the place Gina Torres had called home.
Ramirez parked outside the large apartment house. Erica dropped her cell phone in her pocket and moved to open the door, but Trent was holding it open before she had a chance. She looked up into his eyes and saw determination there.
He held out his hand to help her out of the Jeep. “Erica—”
She shook her head. “This is not the time, Trent. We have a case to solve.”
There was enough hurt inside her that she would rather break her neck throwing herself out of a burning building than take his hand. She jumped down from her seat, glanced up at his handsome face, turned her back, and marched away.
Erica made her way up the sidewalk, taking in the area. All of the structures appeared to have been farmhouses that were converted to multi-apartment houses. She knocked on the door to one of the large houses. An older woman with silver-white hair in a bun greeted them. She made five-foot-three Erica feel like a giant. The old woman had to be a little less than five feet tall and weigh around a hundred pounds, if that. Erica knew she wasn’t skinny, but Ms. Lipkin was tiny, and she felt like a chubby amazon next to her.
“You must be the FBI folk I was told were coming along to see Gina’s room.” The old woman said. “My name is Hazel Lipkin. Gina was one of my boarders and the sweetest girl in this house.”
Erica was caught off guard by the loud voice coming out of the small body. Ms. Lipkin glanced directly at Erica, offered her hand, and smiled. When Erica shook her hand, she gasped at Ms. Lipkin’s tight grip. The tiny woman was strong.
“Hi, I’m Erica Villa. Yes, we’re from the FBI. These are my colleagues, Trent Buchanan and Tony Ramirez.” She pointed to the men at either side of her.
The old lady smiled, first at Trent and then at Ramirez. “You get to work with these handsome young men over here? I’d never be able to get any work done with this kind of eye candy.”
Erica grinned, glancing from one man to the other. They were both preening.
“They’re not all that.”
“This one over here reminds me of my first husband, Mauricio. He was what they call a Latin lover. What a man.” Ms. Lipkin sighed while glancing at Ramirez. She
“What about online dating?” Trent’s question caught her off guard.
Erica jerked her head toward the front and looked at Ramirez. For some reason she hadn’t thought of the murderer as someone from the online dating world, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be. The truth was she wasn’t all seeing, and the more possibilities they took off the table, the easier it became for her to narrow it down.
She watched Ramirez shake his head in a negative. “I don’t know. I guess we can have Donovan check it out, but do you really think these college girls, in a town full of kids their own age, would go on online dates? It seems pretty useless to me.”
Erica nodded in agreement. “You’re right, Ramirez. But a lot of college students use Facebook as more of a dating site than a networking site. So you need to keep that in mind. We need to find specific people they’ve both interacted with that may be connected.”
“Yeah that’s what I thought as well.”
“Ramirez, did you happen to look through Lisa’s date book? Or journal?”
“I did,” he groaned. “I’ve never read so much gushing about a guy in my life. Oh and the petty disputes over her old friends being jealous were exhausting.”
Erica perked up in her seat. “What guy was she gushing about? And what were the friends jealous over?”
“The guy was the ex-boyfriend, Derek Holmes, and she didn’t say what they were jealous over, just that they were.”
She mulled over his words as they reached the place Gina Torres had called home.
Ramirez parked outside the large apartment house. Erica dropped her cell phone in her pocket and moved to open the door, but Trent was holding it open before she had a chance. She looked up into his eyes and saw determination there.
He held out his hand to help her out of the Jeep. “Erica—”
She shook her head. “This is not the time, Trent. We have a case to solve.”
There was enough hurt inside her that she would rather break her neck throwing herself out of a burning building than take his hand. She jumped down from her seat, glanced up at his handsome face, turned her back, and marched away.
Erica made her way up the sidewalk, taking in the area. All of the structures appeared to have been farmhouses that were converted to multi-apartment houses. She knocked on the door to one of the large houses. An older woman with silver-white hair in a bun greeted them. She made five-foot-three Erica feel like a giant. The old woman had to be a little less than five feet tall and weigh around a hundred pounds, if that. Erica knew she wasn’t skinny, but Ms. Lipkin was tiny, and she felt like a chubby amazon next to her.
“You must be the FBI folk I was told were coming along to see Gina’s room.” The old woman said. “My name is Hazel Lipkin. Gina was one of my boarders and the sweetest girl in this house.”
Erica was caught off guard by the loud voice coming out of the small body. Ms. Lipkin glanced directly at Erica, offered her hand, and smiled. When Erica shook her hand, she gasped at Ms. Lipkin’s tight grip. The tiny woman was strong.
“Hi, I’m Erica Villa. Yes, we’re from the FBI. These are my colleagues, Trent Buchanan and Tony Ramirez.” She pointed to the men at either side of her.
The old lady smiled, first at Trent and then at Ramirez. “You get to work with these handsome young men over here? I’d never be able to get any work done with this kind of eye candy.”
Erica grinned, glancing from one man to the other. They were both preening.
“They’re not all that.”
“This one over here reminds me of my first husband, Mauricio. He was what they call a Latin lover. What a man.” Ms. Lipkin sighed while glancing at Ramirez. She
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