HIS eyes burned and his neck felt sore from driving for so long, but he was almost home. The drive from his house in Nashville all the way back to his home in Richmond took the better part of ten hours and three interstate highways on a good day. He had been driving for at least eleven hours with only a ten-minute stop to fill his fuel tank. He continued to hit knots of slow-moving traffic that frustrated him tremendously.
Common sense told Bobby he should have stopped hours before and rested for at least a little while, maybe eaten a meal. Then, as he left Tennessee behind and crossed the North Carolina state line, he listened to a talk radio host taking calls about the serial killer they were calling Richmond Red who was slaying women in Virginia’s capital. He knew he needed to keep dri
