prompted Puller.

 

Lorne looked up and let out a breath he’d been holding. “If you can believe it,

the son of a bitch actually sounded relieved.”

 

Chapter 29

 

FOUR PHOTOS.

 

Four dead women.

 

Puller stared at the pictures he had laid out on his bed at the hotel.

 

Was his mother the fifth?

 

Her throat crushed?

 

Her skull pulverized?

 

Never found?

 

Lying all these years in some makeshift grave?

 

He covered his eyes with his hands and tried to bring some calm to nerves that

threatened to run away from him.