CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Maria Santos looked exactly the same as Kari remembered—the same battered leather jacket with the coffee stain on the left cuff, the same habit of standing with her weight shifted to one side, the same sharp eyes that missed nothing.
"You look good," Maria said, sliding into the seat across from her. "Reservation life agrees with you."
"You said that last time."
"It's still true." Maria flagged down a waitress and ordered coffee, black, before turning her full attention to Kari. "Thanks for meeting me. I know this is outside normal channels."
"Normal channels haven't been working." Kari pulled out a folder and set it on the table between them.
She opened the folder and spread out photographs of the three victims—crime scene photos showing their bodies in their final positions, peaceful as sleeping children.
"Why would someone take the time to arrange them in these positions?
If you wanted them dead, you might get close enough to make sure they weren't breathing, but you certainly wouldn't want to touch the bodies. Too much risk of DNA transference, of—"
Seeing the waitress approach, she quickly laid a menu across the photos. The waitress handed Maria her coffee, shot a puzzled glance at the splayed menu that didn't entirely cover the edges of the photos, then retreated without a word.
"Could be a ritual," Maria said when they were alone again. "Or some kind of signature."
"But why? What's the motive?"
Maria studied the photographs, her expression grim.
"I talked to the medical examiners on the other two cases.
Same cause of death—severe dehydration, heat exhaustion, organ failure.
Same pattern of extreme physical exertion before death.
Jennifer Hayes ran over forty-five miles before she collapsed. Jordan Rodriguez ran thirty-eight."
"Jessica Ramirez ran almost forty." Kari pulled out the GPS data printouts she'd prepared. "The routes are similar too. Chaotic, zigzagging, moving generally away from roads and civilization. Like they were being herded."
"By someone who knows the desert. Someone who can anticipate where they'll try to go and cut them off."
They sat in silence for a moment.
"Tell me about the victims," Kari said. "Beyond the running. Who were they?"
Maria pulled out her own folder, thick with notes and printouts.
"Jennifer Hayes, forty-two. Divorced, no kids.
Worked as a marketing executive until three years ago, when she quit to focus on running full-time.
She'd won major races—Badwater 135, Western States 100.
One of the best female ultra-runners in the country. "
"Wealthy?"
"Comfortable. She had savings, some investments.
Enough to support herself without working while she trained.
" Maria flipped to the next page. "Jordan Rodriguez, twenty-eight.
Single, lived alone in Tucson. He was new to the ultra scene he only started competing seriously about four years ago.
But he was talented. Fast learner, natural endurance.
His coaches thought he had a real shot at winning the Sonoran 100. "
"What did he do for work?"
"Personal trainer. He worked at a gym in Tucson, mostly with recreational athletes.
Nothing that would connect him to Jennifer Hayes professionally.
" Maria looked up. "And Jessica Ramirez you already know about.
Thirty-four, former accountant who quit her job to train for this race.
No obvious connection to the other two beyond the ultra-marathon community. "
Kari studied the profiles, looking for patterns. "Three different ages, three different backgrounds, three different locations. But all elite competitors, all registered for the Sonoran 100, all found in similar conditions."
"The race is the connection. Has to be."
"But why these three specifically? The Sonoran 100 has over a hundred registered participants. What made Jennifer, Jordan, and Jessica targets?"
Maria shook her head. "I've been asking myself that question for a week. The only answer I keep coming back to is that they were threats. Serious contenders who might have won or placed highly. If someone wanted to improve their own chances—"
"The runners I talked to said that's not how ultra-marathon culture works.
They're competing against the distance, not each other.
" Even as Kari said this, she was aware that, were it a betting matter, she would still put money on this theory, given the dearth of options.
But sometimes it was helpful to play devil's advocate.
"That's what normal runners think. But we're not dealing with a normal runner.
" Maria took a long drink of coffee. "We're dealing with someone who's willing to chase people through the desert until they die.
That's not a sane person, Kari. That's someone with a completely different relationship to competition. "
Kari couldn't argue with that logic. Whatever was driving the killer, it clearly didn't operate within the bounds of normal psychology.
"I talked to some of Jessica's training partners yesterday," Kari said.
"One of them mentioned that Jessica had gotten advice from another runner about a route to try.
Someone she connected with online, through a running forum.
She was planning to try his suggested route the weekend she disappeared. "
Maria's eyes sharpened. "His? She identified the person as male?"
"That's how her training partner described the person. But she didn't have a name, and Jessica apparently never shared more details."
Maria set down her coffee and leaned forward.
"I need to tell you something. Jordan Rodriguez's family—I talked to them again yesterday, followed up on some questions.
His mother mentioned that Jordan had been getting training advice from someone in the weeks before he disappeared.
Someone he'd never met in person, but who seemed to know a lot about desert running. "
Kari felt her pulse quicken. "Did she have a name?"
"No. Jordan apparently mentioned it in passing, said he'd connected with an experienced runner who was giving him tips.
His mother couldn't remember the name—she said Jordan rattled off so many running terms and names that she stopped trying to keep track.
But the timing matches. Someone reaches out, offers advice, suggests routes or training techniques. And then the runner disappears."
"What about Jennifer Hayes? Any evidence she received similar contact?"
"I don't know yet. Her family wasn't close to her—the divorce was messy, and she'd become pretty isolated in the years since. I haven't found anyone who knew the details of her training routine, or anyone she might have been talking to online."
Kari thought about the running forums, the social media groups, the countless ways that ultra-marathon runners connected with each other across distances.
Someone could reach out to targets, build rapport, offer helpful advice—all without ever meeting in person, without leaving traces that would be easy to follow.
"We need to get into their online accounts," she said. "Email, social media, running forums. If someone was making contact with all three victims, there'll be a trail."
"Agreed. But that means warrants, and warrants mean explaining to a judge why we think three deaths in three different jurisdictions are connected.
" Maria's voice carried the weight of bureaucratic reality.
"My captain is already pushing back on the time I'm spending on this.
Jennifer Hayes isn't my case—she was found in Maricopa County.
Technically, I shouldn't even be working it. "
"And Jessica Ramirez is tribal jurisdiction, which means I've got my own limitations." Kari gathered the photographs and slid them back into the folder. "But we're the ones who see the pattern. We're the ones who can stop this before it happens again."
"You think there will be more victims?"
"The Sonoran 100 is six weeks away. If the killer is targeting competitors, eliminating threats, they've got plenty of time to keep hunting.
Not to mention they'll be emboldened by their success so far.
" Kari met Maria's eyes. "We need to get ahead of this.
Figure out who's doing it and why before another runner disappears. "
Maria nodded slowly. "I've got contacts in the ultra-marathon community from when I worked a stalking case a few years back.
I can reach out, see if anyone's heard rumors or noticed anything suspicious.
And I'll keep pushing on the digital trail—see if I can find evidence that someone was making contact with all three victims."
"I'll work the race angle. Talk to the organizers, get a copy of the full participant roster, see if anyone stands out as having connections to all three victims." Kari paused.
"And I'll follow up on the 'experienced desert runner' angle.
If someone's positioning themselves as a mentor or advisor, someone in the community might know who that is. "
"Be careful who you talk to." Maria's voice carried a warning. "If the killer is part of this community, they'll hear that someone's asking questions. They might decide to change their pattern—or to eliminate anyone who's getting too close."
"I know." Kari thought about Ben's words, about the dark sedan driving slowly past his house. About the conspiracy that had already tried to kill him, that had killed her mother, that operated with impunity because no one had been able to connect the dots. "I'm getting used to being careful."