Chapter One
It was the last night of work in Amarillo, Texas, and he was physically tired but mentally revved.
After he'd secured his area for the night, he retreated to his motorhome, shuffling along and muttering to himself to maintain his carefully constructed public persona. The ruse was highly successful - most of his co-workers gave him a wide berth, which was the way he preferred it.
Once the narrow door was closed and locked behind him, he drew himself up to his full height and straightened his shoulders, rolling them to dissipate the tension they'd built up from maintaining a defeated posture all night. With the change in position came an altered expression - no longer a slightly vacant stare, but clear, sharp eyes that missed nothing.
Not much more of this, and then I won't h
