CHAPTER NINE
That night in the motel, after a long day of finding nothing in Tyson’s correspondence and no new clues out in the field, Alexa curled up in bed, ready to go to sleep even though it was only nine at night.
But not yet. She wanted to do a bit of reading first.
Her old partner, Robert Powers, had left her a diary in his will. It had already helped her a great deal. Not only did it give her a connection to her mentor, something to remember him by other than that last terrible moment when he got decapitated right in front of her eyes, but it had also given her a lot of sound advice.
So she had been reading a day or two of entries every evening before bed as a way to unwind, remember, and learn.
Alexa opened the diary and set aside the place marker, a photo of the two of them
