“So, yeah, I kind of asked him to look up people in the area with AB negative blood. Without a warrant.”
“Thinking outside the box. And?”
“There are only three, barring Auri, and two of them could never have fought with a man the size of Kubrick Ravinder and lived to see another day.”
“Why’s that?”
“He couldn’t give me their names, of course, but I told him the circumstances and he said one was a ninety-year-old female who’d had two hip replacements and the other would have been no more than six at the time of Kubrick Ravinder’s death.”
“Oh yeah. That does narrow it down a bit. So, we’re left with this kid?”
“Yes. Look at the date,” Zee said softly.
She scanned the admittance date. The same day, over fifteen years ago, that an unidentified male dropped Sun off at an emergency room in Santa Fe.
Quincy rounded the desk and stood reading over her shoulder. “The question we need to be asking ourselves is, was this kid a part of the kidnapping scheme or not?”
“Exactly,” Zee agreed. “Did he endanger your life, Sheriff, or save it?”
That night, Sunshine Vicram made sure the redhead was fast asleep before going to the closet in her master bedroom. She pushed her clothes aside to reveal the corkboard she’d been using for the last couple of years. Ever since she’d decided to find the man who’d assaulted her and prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law, she’d used the board more as motivation than anything else.
Her suspects were displayed in a random order, because she couldn’t connect any one of them to the crime. Yet each of them either had motive or opportunity, and until now, that was all she’d had to go on.
Pinned to the top of the board was a generic silhouette representing the unknown assailant. The one who’d abducted her. The one who’d assaulted her. The one she would hunt down if it was the last thing she did on this earth.
With fingers trembling, she took down the silhouette and pinned a picture of her number-one suspect. Only one question remained: Was Levi Arun Ravinder her assailant, her savior, or a little of both?
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