Chapter 57

“What?”

“How’s this for a theory? Suppose these people run a more or less legitimate—using the term loosely—porno shop, making films like the one we just watched?”

“So?”

“Maybe they have a darker and not-so-legit side, producing films of torture and other things.”

“You mean like snuff films?”

“Exactly.”

“I thought that sort of thing was done on the west coast or out of the country,” I said.

“Who knows where it’s really done? On the other hand, the bodies were dumped right here in Florida.”

“Yeah,” Janet said, “and they wouldn’t have carried them very far.”

“Speaking of carrying them far,” I said, “have you looked for similar cases in Georgia, Alabama, and/or the Carolinas?”

“No, why?”

“Well, Alabama and the Carolinas might be a stretch, but Georgia is just up I-75 and I-95 from Florida. I-95 in particular crosses over a lot of rivers and tidal estuaries and isn’t all that far from the Okefenokee Swamp.”