“Exactly how the hell did you pull this off?” Percy asked.
He waggled the mouse, clicked About the Editor.
The new page surfaced intermittently, the center picture taking the longest to fully load. When it did, Percy’s neck hairs raised.
He blinked more than once and leaned forward.
“What in the world?” he breathed.
It wasn’t Jack Donner this time, but still, the digital eyes staring back from the screen were the cold, calculating eyes of a serial killer—a long dead monster that had inspired countless horror movies over the last half century, his eyes devoid of any marginal human element.
Undoubtedly those eyes belonged to Neil Stein, the most infamous serial killer of the past two hundred years.
The computer dinged an incoming email.
Percy changed screens and read the email at the
