CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Mackenzie arrived in Kingsville at 10:08. She felt more alone than she had any of the other times she had driven into town. Maybe it was the pitch-black sky, the moon only a fingernail sliver in the sky, roaming clouds blocking out the stars. Or maybe it was because she was taking a huge roll of the dice on this. Even if her hunch was correct and she apprehended the killer, McGrath would still rain down hellfire on her. And if she was wrong—well, she and Ellington might enjoy the first few months of their engagement together with mutual suspensions.
She could not recall where Tate had said the grain silos were located, if he had ever mentioned it at all. She had to use the process of elimination, a risky choice given that the majority of Kingsville consisted of forests
