He did a search on his phone. The relevant search terms were “crime,”

“disappearance,” “murder,” “women,” the year, and “Hampton, Virginia.” The

search did its thing and Puller gaped at the result.

 

The first item said it all.

 

Police suspect serial killer in murders of four women in Williamsburg, Virginia.

 

The story was from the same year and month his mother disappeared.

 

And Williamsburg was thirty minutes from Fort Monroe.

 

Son of a bitch!

 

Chapter 24

 

KNOX WALKED BACK into the room and said, “Okay, I’ve got the ball in motion on

the phone call and we’ll see what they can find.” She stopped because Puller was

hunkered over his phone and hadn’t even looked up when she had spoken. “What’s

up?” “Give me a sec.” He finished reading the screen and put his phone away. He

quickly explained what he’d found. “Serial murders in Williamsburg?” she said,

her eyes wide in amazement. “Same time period, and Williamsburg is only about a

half an hour from here.” “But we can’t know that they’re connected.” “And we

can’t know that they’re not,” he retorted. “Why’d you even think to look into