CHAPTER TEN
The man sat in his car, parked in a distant corner of the gas station, peeling peanuts, popping them in his mouth, and watching the scene ahead of him. This area of Montana never got much traffic, but when it did, people usually stopped at this place.
He knew he had to be careful. He’d already killed twice, which meant that the police were probably scratching their heads, wondering if the murders were connected. But so far, he hadn’t seen much of an uptick in police presence around the places he frequented. It was likely that they were leaning toward the similarities in the murders being a coincidence.
If he dared to pick up another hitchhiker, that would definitely swing opinion the other way. Three similar murders in the area? That would certainly arouse suspicions.
He’d
