Chapter 112

The three of them were having coffee in Sophia's room at eight thirty, reading the stories in the local paper Logan had picked up in the motel lobby, when her cell phone rang.

"It's Bobby," she said, looking at the caller ID. "What's up?" she asked.

"We've got another one." His voice sounded tired. "You want to come take a look? Rebecca's already on her way."

"Give me the address and we're on our way."

"What is it?" Logan asked.

"Another body. I didn't ask Bobby for details, since his opinion of the bodies and ours are slightly different. But we need to get out there."

"Shit. The staties will have to issue another statement and the media frenzy will explode."

Sophia grimaced. "Don't remind me."

Clint drained his coffee cup and threw the empty in the waste basket. "I'll let you guys get going." He wrote something on the top sheet of the pad of paper on the nightstand, tore it off and handed it to Sophia. "My cell number. You call me when you know what's going on. Please."