And, of course, a new life to start together.
Chapter 117
IF ONLY THINGS could have stayed that way – the endless summer.
It was just after Fourth of July weekend when I got that call from MPD, the call that everyone over there swore they wouldn't make, no matter what the circumstances.
A detective in Austin, Texas, had been calling around looking for me. He was dealing with a multiple down there, a baffling and grisly one. But it wasn't just the murders. The case was starting to show a striking similarity to one of my own – something I thought I'd put to bed years ago.
Even so, I made the appropriate referral to a detective I'd worked with in Dallas and stood my ground. I wasn't a cop right now. Not until September.
But then the next call came about two weeks later. This one was from a detective in San Francisco by the name of Boxer. She had a strange one on her hands, and her case sounded familiar, too, a lot like the murders committed by a madman known as 'Mr. Smith.' I had caught Smith and watched him die. At least, I thought I had.
But that's a story for another day.
