Chapter 38
Mark got into Paul’s car, and they squealed backwards down the driveway until they reached the highway. Then they peeled forward onto the almost deserted asphalt and headed toward the other side of Lake Nager and Brighton.
“So, what have we actually accomplished? What do we know? We have two murders and one attempted murder. Possibly Annie— but possibly me.” Mark blew through his mouth at that thought. “Annie’s had threatening calls made from different stolen cell phones from several states. All calls recorded on several transmitters around here.”
Paul fixed his eyes on the road. He held onto the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles turned white. “We won’t know anything until we confirm that Duncan Byrne is actually at that psychiatry convention. I called the NYPD last night
