I FROZE, FIXED ON RALEIGH, and lunged back toward my desk. I signaled Karen to put it through. At the same time, I hissed under my breath to Raleigh, "Start a trace." I waited in a trance; seconds could mean the difference. The breath was tightening in my chest. Then I picked up. "You know who this is," Nicholas Jenks's arrogant voice declared. "I know who it is. Where are you?" "Not a chance, Inspector. I only called to let you know, whatever happens, I didn't kill any of them. I'm not a murderer." "I know that," I told him. He seemed surprised. "You know…?" I couldn't let Jenks know who it was. Not with him on the loose. "I promise, we can prove it wasn't you. Tell me where you are." "Hey, guess what? I don't believe you," Jenks declared. "Besides, it's too late. I told you I'd take this into my own hands. I'm going to solve these murders for you." Jenks could hang up any moment and we'd lose him. This was my only chance. "Jenks, I'll meet you. Anywhere you want." "Why would I want to meet you? I've seen enough of you to last a lifetime." "Because I know who did it," I told him. What he said next jolted me. "So do I." And then he hung up.