CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“So, let’s think about the personality types of the sorts of people we’re thinking about,” Mackenzie said.
They had left the seeing-eye dog agency less than five minutes ago. Ellington was currently turning onto the four-lane highway that would, about one hundred miles later, lead them into Lynchburg.
“On the one hand,” Mackenzie said, “we have a low-life cowardly man that is beating a dog that has been trained to do nothing more than serve people with a disability. On the other hand, we have a man that is driven to kill blind people.”
“Yeah…seems like two different types of people,” Ellington agreed.
“Exactly. It takes a special kind of coward to beat a dog. But there’s at least some sort of courage—albeit skewed and sick—to work your nerve up to murder someone. But
