CHAPTER NINETEEN
The man crouched among some bushes at the edge of a town park. It was night and no casual observer would spot him here. This was a good place for him to watch and wait.
From his hiding place, he had a clear view of Wynnewood Community College just across the street. Through a window he could see a woman teaching a class of enthusiastic-looking students.
She’ll be next, he thought.
The teacher didn’t know it, but she had sealed her own fate that very afternoon. When she’d gotten out of her car and crossed the street while carrying an armload of books, she had almost bumped into him.
She’d frozen in her tracks at the sight of his scarred face and stared for a moment.
She’d blushed with embarrassment and blurted …
“Oh—I beg your pardon.”
Then she’d rushed toward the s
