Detective Dan Felty sped across town. As he did, he glanced over at his silent partner, noting the expression of failure on her face. They were heading to the fourth home invasion and Taser attack in the last two weeks.
Ever since the attack and murder at the Conway residence, the killer had been busy, striking in a similar way every two to four days. So far, he’d proven to be quite efficient. In each case, they found a single foamed victim without any new evidence. If there wasn’t a break in the case soon, their lieutenant would ask the FBI to step in. And as much as Dan didn’t want that, he understood.
All they knew about this call was that there was another Taser attack in a private residence, and the victim had survived.
Mac worked on the vehicle-mounted computer as Dan drove. She c
