“So, in order to find this fuck we’re gonna have to think like him, put ourselves in his shoes. We have to read the men and women in that clubhouse; right now, everyone’s a suspect.”
“You do realize you’re asking us to think like a pedophile fuck, right.”
“Yes, but how else are we going to smoke this monster out?”
“Wolf, you’re best at this, so I’ll leave that to you for the most part. If you find anyone you think may be of help, pass them off to Mace for questioning.”
“What have we got to go on so far, Boss?”
“Good question, Garrett." I gave them a rundown of what I'd gathered so far from the notes the old man had left behind. "So far, the percentile ratio of males to females that have gone missing is very skewed, about eighty-five to fifteen.”
“That’s expected, though, isn’t it? I mean if what we suspect is accurate.”