The Final Name
Brooklyn, New York
Frankie sat at the table with Sherri and Lou, discussing the case and where to go with it. “He’s got to be hiding somewhere in the city,” Frankie said. “I don’t see him leaving us a warning, or a promise, whatever you want to call it, then leaving.”
“Unless he was trying to get us thinking that way,” Sherri said.
“We know who that girl was yet?” Lou asked.
Sherri shook her head. “Not a clue. No matches and nothing on missing persons.”
Carol popped her head in the door, a printout in her hand. “We do know about Mr. Thomas Jackson, though. And the news ain’t good, as they say in Tyler, Texas.”
Sherri jumped up and took the report. “Thanks, Carol.”
“Share the news,” Frankie said.
“Whew! Army Special Forces, and even worse, special assignment. Left on
