This time, Louis summoned Duncan to meet him on the south side of Central Park. As always, the blue-eyed killer had arrived first and was waiting for him on one of the benches, but when Louis arrived an older woman walking a little Yorkshire dog came and sat next to Duncan, ahead of him. Louis motioned for him to follow and Duncan got up, walking a few feet behind him, until he caught up with him and they continued walking as if nothing had happened.
“You left the driver alive,” Louis demanded. “He’s a witness and can recognize you.”
“I didn't think he would survive.”
“Well, he survived. You must fix it.”
“Have you already spoken to the police?”
“A certain Captain West came to see me with one of his detectives. He asked me some routine questions about the investigation, nothing to wri
