“Coming.” Theresa McNamara opened her door and stood, looking politely at the young man with the serious expression. “May I help you?”
“Theresa McNamara?”
“Yes...” She was thoroughly confused.
He showed her his badge. “My name is Nathan Thomas. I’m with the FBI. May I come in and speak to you a moment?”
Ten minutes later they sat in Theresa’s living room, her pale and shocked, Nathan calm and patient as she processed the news she’d just heard.
“Let me get this straight. You’re saying some random woman is killing anybody who was involved with a case in Fort Worth over twenty years ago? Why?”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out, Ms. McNamara,” Nathan said gently. “And I don’t wish to frighten you, but I think you need to know the truth. So far, only two people on that list have bee
