Lindsay lifted an eyebrow at her, but said to Samantha, "If there's nothing else you can tell us, we won't keep you any longer."
"Yes, you will." Samantha sat up straighter in her chair and looked at the sheriff. "You'll put me in your jail or under house arrest with a couple of watchdogs-or I'll sit out in your damned lobby where everyone can see me."
"Why?" he asked warily.
"Because there's going to be another kidnapping. And considering the way people are beginning to look at me around here, I'd really rather not continue to be a suspect in anybody's mind."
Lucas was on his feet immediately. "Another? Christ, why didn't you say something before now?"
"Because she's not in danger yet," Samantha replied.
"How do you know that?"
"The vision. I saw her tied to a chair in what looked like a small, windowless room, and on a desk nearby was a newspaper with this coming Thursday's date. I think he'll send a photo of her with the newspaper, to prove she's alive when he demands the ransom. I think he'll expect to be doubted, especially after Callahan was found dead."
"So you know he'll have her on Thursday," Lucas said. "What's to stop him from grabbing her tonight or tomorrow?"
"He never does, does he? Grabs them late on Wednesday or early Thursday, and always makes the ransom demand on Thursday to give the family just enough time to get the money."
"That's the pattern," Lucas said grimly. "Want to tell me how you know about it?"
"Wait a minute," Metcalf interrupted. "Do you know who she is? What she looks like?"
"This time I made damned sure I found out who she is."
"How?" Lucas asked.
"In the vision, she was wearing a shirt with the logo of a local softball team on it. Turns out she's the assistant coach. Carrie Vaughn. She lives out on Highway 221.I tried to warn her a couple of hours ago, but I got the feeling she didn't believe she could be in any danger."
"Get somebody out there," Metcalf said to Lindsay. "I'd rather be embarrassed than sorry later."
Lindsay nodded and hurried from the conference room.
Lucas said, "Answer the question, Samantha. How did you know what the kidnapper's pattern has been?"
"Lucky guess?"
"Not funny."
Samantha's smile twisted. "Oh, you're wrong about that. It is funny. In fact, this whole thing is a cosmic joke. You just haven't heard the punch line yet."
"How did you know about the pattern?"
She looked at him for a long moment, expressionless, then said, "We're staying at that little motel near the fairgrounds. If you'll go there-"
"I thought you people stayed in those campers and RVs," Metcalf interrupted.
"Usually we do. Sometimes we like hot showers in bathrooms large enough to turn around in. Some of us are at the motel. Okay?"
The sheriff shrugged. "Just wondered."
"We've paid in advance, if you were wondering that."
"It had crossed my mind."
"Yeah, I figured it might have."
Lucas said, "Will you two please stay on the subject and stop sniping at each other? Sam, what's in your motel room?"
She didn't let herself react to the shortened version of her name. "Check the top drawer of the nightstand, and you'll find a handkerchief in a plastic bag. He dropped it at the carnival, probably yesterday. When I picked it up late yesterday afternoon, I had the vision."
"And?"
"I told you what I saw."
"What else?"
"Flashes of the others. The other victims. Ten, twelve of them. Men and women, different ages, nothing in common. Except him. I knew what he was doing, what he's been doing all these months. His pattern. And I knew why."
"Why?"
"Sure you want to know, Luke?"
"Of course I want to know."
Samantha shrugged. "Okay. I saw a chessboard. Not a lot of pieces; it was an endgame. Two players. I saw their hands moving the chessmen. And then I saw the face of one of the players."
"Who was it?"
"It was you, Luke. Get it? Get the joke? You're here because he wants you to be here. It's not about the money. It was never about the money. He's playing a game. He's matching his skills and his wits against you. You, personally. And he won't stop until the game has a winner."
Metcalf said something profane under his breath and then, louder, said, "If you expect us to believe any of this-"
"I don't expect you to believe a thing, Sheriff," she said without taking her eyes off Lucas.
"Why me?" Lucas demanded. "Why would he fix on me?"
"Because you're the best. The past few years, you've really made a name for yourself in solving kidnappings and abductions. And since those crimes tend to be high-profile, you've gotten a lot of press, other media. You've been very visible. I guess he's been watching."
"No," Lucas said. "I just don't buy it."
"Maybe you just don't want to buy it." She seemed to hesitate, then said slowly, "Why do you think he kills them?"
"He didn't kill them all," Lucas said immediately.
"He didn't kill the first one," Samantha agreed. "Let her go once he had the money like a nice little kidnapper, even though she's convinced he'd planned to kill her. If he had planned to, he must have changed his mind. But I guess he found something lacking in the way that ended, huh? Because he's been killing them ever since."
Lucas was silent.
"So what was it, Luke? Why did he start killing them? They never see him. They couldn't identify him, so they aren't a threat. He gets his money, or has almost every time. So why does he kill them? Come on, Luke, you're a natural profiler. What possible reason could he have for slaughtering these people once their ransom is paid?"
Despite his own antagonism, Metcalf found himself watching the federal agent and waiting for his answer.
Lucas sat back down in his chair without looking away from Samantha, and after a moment said slowly, "According to the official profile, he's not willing to take the risk that they might be able to identify him."
"What about the unofficial profile? You must have your own ideas. Don't tell me you and Bishop actually saw eye to eye on this one?"
"It makes sense, Sam."
"Sure it does. It makes perfect psychological sense. And I don't have a degree in psychology, so maybe I'm the last person you should listen to. It just seems to me that broken minds don't work the way they're supposed to. That's why they're broken."
Jaylene said, "Broken minds. Good description."
"He wouldn't be kidnapping and killing people if he didn't have a few screws loose."
"We can only hope."
Lucas said, "The point is that the profile fits what little we know about the kidnapper. It makes sense that he kills them to avoid the risk of identification."
"But if he knows he's going to kill them, why bother to keep them blindfolded?"
"We have no proof that he does."
"I'm telling you. He does. Right up until the moment they find out they're going to die, he keeps them blindfolded."
"And we're supposed to believe you?" Metcalf demanded.
"As I said, Sheriff, I don't expect you to believe me. But Luke knows I'm telling the truth."
Eyeing the federal agent, Metcalf said, "You two obviously have a history of some kind. Do you believe her?"
The silence dragged on much longer than was comfortable before Lucas finally replied.
"Yes. I believe we can trust what she knows. What she sees."
Samantha, hearing the qualifiers, smiled wryly. But all she said was, "So why keep them blindfolded if he knows he's going to kill them anyway? Why kill them? What could he possibly gain by killing them?"