Chapter 7
“He hit again,” Gary said tensely, handing a section the newspaper to Steve Wednesday morning as they were eating breakfast.
“f**k. He’s escalating fast. Damn it.” Steve read the story, noting unsurprisingly, that Owen had caught the case. The detective had issued a statement, as if one was needed at this point, warning all men between the ages of forty and fifty to avoid going into alleys behind businesses after dark for any reason. “We have a serial killer here in the city,” he’d told the reporters in conclusion, “and he appears to be shortening the timeframe between each murder.”
“Now’s when I wish we owned a TV,” Gary said. “I’d like to know if this has hit the national news.”
“That’s what computers are for,” Steve pointed out. He went to get his laptop, booting it up aft
