Chapter 13

“Yes,” she replied. “My sister. She’s here, now.”

“If you need anything, anything at all, please let me know.”

“I will. Thank you for calling. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. I liked Jim. I like you. We’re friends, even though we didn’t see that much of each other.”

“We are,” she agreed. “I have to go. My sister’s waiting.”

“Take care of yourself. I’ll keep in touch, I promise.”

“Thank you,” she barely whispered before hanging up.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, taking Gary’s hands.

“Define okay,” Gary replied with a mournful sigh. “I’m pissed. No, I’m angry. Angry about how Jim died. Angry at the bastard who killed him. If the cops don’t catch the guy…”

“As you told her, they will. If he is a serial killer, and it looks like he might be if what we’re thinking is right, it won’t be easy. He’s undoubtedly gone to ground until the next time his need killgets too strong.”

“And there’s no way to stop him.”