Chapter 124

“Yes. Both were slender. Prescott was five-eight, Dawson, five-ten. Both were described by friends as being somewhat effeminate.”

“And gay?”

“Dawson was,” Hardin replied. “Apparently Prescott denied it, but his friends think otherwise.”

“I agree with your original assessment then. There are too many things that link Andrew Taylor to your two murder victims to be discounted.” Brent smiled dryly. “Not that it gets me any closer to finding him, or his body.”

“Other than doing a grid search on both sides of I-70 around Idaho Springs, probably not,” Hardin agreed.

“There and along Clear Creek Canyon, since it’s the alternate route into town.”

“Not a happy thought,” Norman commented. “Getting rid of a body along the Canyon would be a snap. Finding it, close to impossible if the killer is clever.”

“This makes me wonder how many other missing young men might be victims of what sounds like a possible serial killer.”

Hardin rubbed his temples in obvious frustration. “My thought, too.”