SHERIFF DALTON’S POV
I look through the crime scene reports for the hundredth time, My eyes burn from lack of sleep. The pieces are there, scattered like a damn jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing.
Landon.
I suspect him more than anyone. But is he the predator or just another fly caught in something bigger?
Elise was the last victim. I retrace her final movements, scanning through surveillance footage from the gas station where she filled up her tank, then the diner where she grabbed a late-night meal. The waitress remembers her—said she seemed distracted, kept looking over her shoulder like she knew something wasn’t right. A man had been there too, sitting alone in the farthest booth. His face was shadowed beneath the brim of a cap. The waitress describes him as tall, broad-s
