“I spoke with your mother out front,” Kate said. “She wanted me to tell you she was going to run to the pharmacy.” She paused a beat and then added: “Are you close to your mother?” There it was again. The flicker of rage in his eyes, this time recognizable, and stronger. And that was when Kate knew for sure. Many killers she had dealt with had been oppressed by their mothers in some way or another; too many times that had been the trigger to vent their feelings.
