CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was the first Sunday in March 2011, and Frank had uncovered what happened to another person of interest; his findings were dutifully recorded in his spreadsheet. That left seven people to track down. Until he saw on the news that one Eric Nibless had been found bludgeoned to death. Once he cross referenced his case files, that name too joined the list.
Six left. Out of seventeen. Sweet Jesus.
He finally realized at that moment that he too was probably a target. The thought unnerved him. Based on what he’d found so far, he had no reason at all to believe he would be spared; whoever was behind all this had tenacity, plentiful resources and excellent intelligence about each victim’s location and habits. They also knew precisely how to hunt, kill, then vanish - and leave
