BENJI FROWNED AS HE saw Agent Thomas approach his front door, walking side-by-side with a tiny brunette.
“Mr. Patterson,” Nathan said, hand extended. “Thanks for agreeing to meet with me again. I’d like to introduce Agent Zimmerman.”
Benji gazed intently at Lizzie, then grinned.
“Tiny little thing, but I bet you pack a wallop, don’t cha?”
She smiled. “I can hold my own pretty well, sir.”
“Little firecracker. I like it! Come on in.”
They settled in to Benji’s living room, and Nathan nodded at Lizzie to indicate she was taking point.
“Mr. Patterson,” she began, but the old man cut her off.
“That’s my dad’s name. Call me Benji.”
“Benji,” she started over patiently, “We’ve come across two other cases in the region that have similar characteristics in common with your case.”
“Such as?
