That night, Jenny Moore changed her flight until late the next day and called Mac to update her on the investigation. They now understood why the killer felt comfortable with larger animals.
The following morning, she checked out of the hotel, hoping the departure wasn’t premature, and headed to the veterinary college in Billings. It was, as Mike had said, almost a two-hour drive, and she passed the time listening to a podcast saved on her phone.
Arriving at the campus, she found her way to the veterinary sciences building and went inside. The administration office was off to the left, and she headed there and stepped inside.
A woman in her late twenties looked up as Jenny approached and said, “Good morning. What can I do for you?” Her name tag read Lucy.
Jenny displayed her credential
