That had him waking up in a cold sweat. Karl lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan going around. This case was hitting closer to home than he had anticipated. Was it because it was former classmates becoming victims, or because of Deepan? Either way, Karl had a feeling he wasn’t going to rest well until he had walked the killer into the station in cuffs
How he had got through high school, Karl had no idea. He had kept his head down, worked hard, and played hard at baseball. Every evening was spent in his backyard practicing his pitching at a target his father had set up for him. Everything about him was about baseball, and it had all paid off. But his social skills had come lacking and popularity was very hard to come by. There were times when Karl wondered if he had got his priorities wonky. If he had been popular, would he have nightmares about his school days?