Chapter 11
Steve awoke Saturday morning to the sound of his phone chiming. He grabbed it, pushing the answer button before the ringing could wake Gary. Easing out of bed, he went into the hallway and closed the door before he said, “Who the hell is calling at the crack of dawn.”
There was a short bark of laughter before Owen replied, “It’s me. He struck again.”
“How the hell? I thought he was locked up in a psych ward.”
“Oh, sorry. Not Lloyd, obviously. I meant the man who’s been slaughtering business women.”
“Damn. Your job is never done, is it? Where this time?” He propped his foot against the wall and leaned back as he listened to Owen’s reply.
“In the Botanic Gardens, and I mean in them, not in the parking garage.”
“The hell you say. Are you sure it was him?”
“Yep. Other than t
