CHAPTER TWELVE
Once again, Alexa felt grateful that she had been teamed up with Special Agent Stuart Barrett. He had delivered, and had delivered in less than an hour.
The FBI kept a watchlist of people who bragged online about wanting to be serial killers. There were a remarkable number of forums dedicated to serial killers, including some that not only documented and discussed these criminals, but expressly glorified them.
Alexa had come across this herself during her time at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, the same FBI unit that Stuart was in now. Every time she delved into those forums she wanted to clean out her brain with soap. She was glad that Stuart was going through it and not her.
It didn’t take long. Sitting in the booth of yet another diner, having the breakfast they should
