Nineteen
Afternoon was rapidly turning to early evening—the kill window—by the time I got back to my apartment. The time between kills had been steadily decreasing and even with the entire public looking for Kevin, I doubted he would be deterred. And if he was still working with his partner, people could be standing right next to him and not even notice.
There were a handful of spots on the map that looked like they could be in the vicinity of the fifth point on the pentagram, but I needed to view them in comparison to the spots we already had. I tried pressing the map to the Google map on my laptop, but the backlight of the screen made it impossible to see and my eyes crossed from the effort.
Some frustration and fighting with the install disc for a never-used printer later, I had a Go
