CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
An hour later, Morgan was back in Danielle’s FBI vehicle, and they were headed back into the city without much of a feeling of accomplishment. Beyond the tire tracks, he hadn’t contributed much. Or, at least, it felt that way.
“I don’t see how Brianna is connected to Lexa or to Michelle,” he said. He adjusted the shoulder harness of the seat belt. “Except for the obvious and that doesn’t seem like enough.”
What would be enough to take someone’s life? What kind of person plotted and planned to end someone else’s existence? Morgan didn’t understand it.
He spent nearly every waking minute of every day trying to save as many lives as he could. He started and ended each day looking for ways to relieve suffering and extend lives. Most days, he managed to do that for at leas
