Chapter Thirteen
Pocatello, Idaho, 2017
It was the phone call Richard Wilson had feared for thirty years. He had hoped and often even prayed it had been long enough that the nightmare had ended, but the moment he heard the name, he knew it was beginning all over again. His stomach sank with the first utterance. A voice he hadn't heard in years, but one he knew well. The person on the other end of the phone was Dr. Luis Davila.
"There are three killings so far—two young men, then a woman. It happened yesterday morning," he said. It was the same tone he had used decades ago when this same horrific event killed dozens of young men and threatened an epidemic across the country.
Nonchalant and unshakable, the doctor did his job and discussed the plan as though it was as routine as schedulin
