CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Keri hurried to her car as she listened to Calvert. She had just said goodbye to the Raineys, telling them she had a lead she needed to follow up and would get back to them as soon as she knew more.
As she spoke she punched the address listed on Peters’s driver’s license into her GPS and headed off. It was in Mar Vista, near the Santa Monica Airport. Allowing for a brief stop at her apartment to get her personal non-department-issued weapons, it would take about twenty minutes to get there. She put Sheriff Calvert on speaker.
“So this guy Peters went by another name when I encountered him,” he said. “It was also something with a ‘J.’ It’ll come to me in a minute. Anyway, he was part of a religious group. You know those caravans that go from town to town and set up r
