IVThe next morning, Bass conferred with Macky. They took their folders and notes into a side room and spread the material over a large table. The amount of information they had gathered seemed minuscule in comparison to the table’s surface area: two manila folders, several sheets of handwritten pages, and Bass’s small notebook.
Bass spoke first. “What do we have, and what don’t we have?”
“Can we rule out a random attack?”
Bass flipped through a page clipped inside a folder. “There’s no record of assaults in that area, not recently, anyway.”
Macky frowned. “If it was a random assault, if the victim was randomly pulled off the street, it will happen again.”
“This would then be the first of several. We would be looking at the first one: this one. I don’t like that idea.” Bass closed the
