“Our only suspects,” Amanda said.

“Right.”

“What about the girlfriend?” Jacob asked. “Layla, was it?”

“I haven’t crossed her off the list but I’m having a hard time finding a motive,” Spenser said.

“What if she found out about Dina?” Amanda offered.

“She didn’t give any indication to me that she knew Hamill was being unfaithful.”

“If she was smart, and you said she is, she probably wouldn’t since she’d have to assume it would vault her straight to the top of the suspect board,” Amanda responded.

Spenser pursed her lips and folded her arms over her chest as she started to pace the room again. She had to admit it was an oversight in her thinking. And a glaring one at that. In her defense, she hadn’t known about Hamill’s cheating when she’d talked to Layla. But it probably should have been one of the first things that popped into her mind the moment she found out. She wanted to slap herself upside the head for missing it.

“That’s a good observation, Amanda. Really good,” she said then turned to Jacob.

“Already on it,” he said before she could speak.

A set of orange dots appeared on the map Jacob still had up on the monitor. Unlike the others though, Layla had just a few dots. She hadn’t gone very far that day but of those places she did go, she never got close to Hamill’s house. Which meant, one of their three viable suspects was smart enough to separate themselves from their phones long enough to get into Hamill’s house to lace the steroids and back to where they’d come from. Either that, or they were barking up the wrong tree—three wrong trees—and they actually had nothing. As far into their investigation as they were, it was something Spenser didn’t want to contemplate.

“Okay, so apparently, nobody was at Hamill’s house the day we think his steroids were laced,” Amanda said.

“So they’d have us believe,” Spenser said.

“Or maybe we’re missing somebody,” Amanda offered.

“Maybe. Or maybe—”

Jacob’s computer chimed, and he hit a couple of keys. As he looked at the screen, a look of surprise dawned on his face.

“What is it?” Spenser asked.

He raised his eyes to her. “My program finally broke through Hamill’s security firewalls.”

“And?”

“And I think our suspect pool just got wider, boss. A lot wider.”

“What in the heck is this?” Amanda asked.

“Looks like Hamill kept a secret library of sex videos,” Jacob said. “No wonder he had such beefed-up security on his computer.”

“He didn’t want Layla to see just how many different women he’d been cheating on her with,” Amanda added.

Spenser scanned the thumbnails of the video files Jacob had finally cracked. There were dozens of them. It looked like the same women appeared in a few of his videos, but by and large, the majority of them were with different women. As she studied the thumbnails, something about them made her look closer. She didn’t want to see them—the mere thought of watching one of those videos made her skin crawl—but there were alarm bells ringing in her mind, and she couldn’t figure out why unless she saw one.

“Play the first one, please,” Spenser said.

“What? You can’t be serious,” Amanda gasped.

“Something’s not right—”

“Yeah, a private sex tape collection is very much not right.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Spenser said. “Jacob, play the first one. Just… make sure you mute the sound, please.”

He frowned but did as he was told, and Amanda let out a disgusted groan as the clip began to play on the monitor. Spenser studied the silent clip. Throughout the clip, she noticed that Hamill kept looking back at the camera. The woman never did. The sly grin on his face made him look like he was part of some inside joke the woman he was with wasn’t in on.

“Jacob, stop this one,” Spenser said. “Play another one. Pick one at random.”

“And make sure it’s muted,” Amanda said.

“Got it.”

The second clip started to play and once again, Spenser noticed the same thing. Hamill kept cutting subtle glances at the camera with that same mischievous look on his face.

“Another one,” Spenser said.

Jacob played a third clip, and it was the same as the first two. It confirmed the thoughts that had been forming in Spenser’s mind since the first one had played.

“Okay, cut it,” Spenser said. “We’ve got what we need.”

“Thank God,” Jacob said. “Watching porn with my sister in the room was totally weird, awkward, and an absolute buzzkill, boss. Just thought I’d put that out there.”

“It was no picnic for me either,” Amanda added. “So, was that exercise for anything other than grossing me and my brother out?”

“What did you notice about those clips?” Spenser asked.

“I noticed that Seth Hamill is a filthy, disgusting pig,” she snapped.

“Those movies were shot from a hidden camera. The women he was with had no idea they were being filmed,” Jacob said.

“Bingo. Gold star for you,” Spenser replied.

“How could you possibly know that?” Amanda asked.

“Oh, I’ve developed that three-dimensional thinking you haven’t quite mastered yet,” Jacob quipped.

Amanda’s face reddened, and she seemed upset that she’d missed something that her brother, of all people, had picked up on. She glared at him.

“Seriously, how could you know that?” she pressed.

“The angle of the camera… it’s high up, almost like it’s on a bookshelf,” he said. “And if you look at the right edge of the frame, you can see there’s something there, blocking the view. It’s almost like it’s hidden behind something like, say, a book or something.”