Chapter Eighteen
Nancy looked at the report from the r**e at the conference
center. There had been a big function with lots of mucky-mucks present. Perhaps
the r****t had been attending the event. Pulling the attendee list, she moved
her finger down as she read off each name. Nothing rang a bell until she hit
one she recognized. Greyson Hollister.
Interesting. Hollister had been at the event, and she
owned the company where the other attack took place. Once was a coincidence;
twice was a pattern. Were there other coincidences? She didn’t believe in them:
she was more a pattern kinda gal. Patterns could predict future events, and now
that they had more than a few random victims, Nancy would add the new pins to
the map and study the patterns. However, she had something else to loo
