do anything.

 

He was now sitting on the bed in his motel room thinking all of this through.

 

Who could have been back there?

 

The thing was, the person had been at the first dumpsite before he’d gotten

there. Now, that might have been a coincidence, but to be at the third and

fourth too? And maybe he was at the second, but Rogers might have left by then.

 

Was it the police? Were they investigating the murders once more? They had never

been solved. It might be one of those cold case investigations.

 

And I might have stumbled right into the middle of it.

 

He pulled out his phone and checked the newsfeeds.

 

What he expected to see wasn’t there.

 

For all the world knew, Chris Ballard was still alive and well behind his

fortress walls. Certainly by now the police would have been called and an

investigation commenced. And the news outlets certainly would have been

informed.

 

Rogers had tried to make it look like suicide. Even if Ballard couldn’t walk, he