The morning tabloids were packed with tales of a psycho killer in the city. The police had released a statement but had supplied only enough detail to whet the press’s appetite rather than satisfy any demand.
Sam McCall read the article and chuckled to herself. She had wondered how long the vultures had waited before accepting that all they were getting were a few crumbs of information. Leaving them with whole paragraphs of speculation to print.
Still, McCall was more interested in the sports page than bothered about what was fact and fiction?
It was Saturday, and tomorrow McCall would be at her mom’s for the usual family get-together. Saturdays were her ‘kick back and recharge her batteries’ days, and she would enjoy her relaxation time.
Why not, she thought? The bad guys were not goi
