CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Felix Harrington leaned on the handle of his shovel and looked over his work with a sense of satisfaction. He had just finished digging a sufficiently deep hole here inside the abandoned storage building. The sandy soil of this dirt floor had been perfect for digging—and a diverting change from his previous two efforts, both of them outdoors.
At least I’m not predictable, he thought.
And that was important.
He’d been following the news all day and knew what a stir he’d caused throughout the area. He knew that the Belle Terre Nature Preserve was closed off to the public, which meant that the cops expected him to strike there again.
He smiled with satisfaction.
No one could possibly guess that this would be his next spot. He wouldn’t have guessed it himself until h
