“Hold that thought,” Vanda commanded both Byron and the mixologist; stopping the latter with his hand on the neck of the preferred bottle. Receiving no encouragement from Byron he drifted away into the shadows. “Still waiting on you, professor,” Vanda smiled across the table at her new partner; “Let’s have it, shall we; before you render yourself incapable. Tell me about that list.”
“When I realized that some of the names on Tom’s list were also ‘your’ victims, I knew that I…we,” he corrected himself and received an encouraging nod from Vanda; “had to find the connection—that there had to be something that tied them all together. So, when I saw the old woman, Mrs. Robson, I decided to take a chance and show her the list. She knew the other names, and more importantly, her husband had know
