CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
They stayed the night in Lynchburg and when Mackenzie’s head hit the pillow, she felt somewhere far beyond fatigued. She tried to remember a case where she had traveled this much but came up blank. Even when she and Ellington had checked into the room, the night had not been over. They had worked together to place calls with all of the contacts they had accumulated so far: Sheriff Clarke in Stateton, the police chief in Treston, Harrison back in DC, the police contact in Richmond.
But they were all unable to offer any new information. It left Mackenzie feeling exhausted and at a standstill. It was frustrating because when a killer spread out his crimes, history showed that they typically tended to get clumsy and leave clues behind. But that was not the case with this ki
