CHAPTER SEVEN
The day at the agency was spent making calls to various shops to see if any French cigarettes had been sold recently, as well as to the victims’ family members. Providing heartfelt condolences didn’t seem enough; their pain was so raw. Nothing new was gleaned from the fret-filled conversations, but we did acquire a handful of names of close friends. Contacting them seemed the next logical step. As for the cigarette queries, they proved a waste of time, much like we’d expected.
Meanwhile, the media was still featuring stories of the four murders, hypotheses that ranged from crazy party shenanigans gone freakishly wrong to vengeance killings to potential serial killer running amok.
After a briefing—and advisory call to Caprize—Sach was all in re surveilling Stalker Boy. He’d
