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Most aspects of my life were going well, but there were two things that continued to perplex me. One was the knowledge that Adkins was still digging away at the facts, trying to pin the murders on me. It seemed that every time I turned a corner he was waiting for me, observing my movements. It had a most unsettling effect on my nerves.
The other was the disappearance of Chu’s body.
I told myself that I must have forgotten where I’d buried it, but this explanation never quite convinced me.
After a while, I accepted that I could do nothing about resolving the issue of the missing body, other than fret about it occasionally.
But as far as Adkins was concerned, there was one measure I could take.
I could resume my efforts to find the remains of Jim Kennedy’s victims.
If I did that, a
