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Chapter 8
Chapter 8“Uh, sorry about the hike. And your entire day.” Sean rubbed the back of his neck and stood aside to let Andy enter the house. Andy nodded, feeling grimmer and angrier than he had in a long time. “Where is she?” “This way.” Annabelle Morely was their third victim. And if Andy had anything to say about it, she would be the last this asshole ever killed. He’d just been getting ready to go on the Miller’s Peak hike when he got the call from Rivers. As soon as he saw the captain’s name pop up on his cell phone, Andy knew it couldn’t be good. Now, he looked at the elderly lady lying dead in her living room, wearing her housecoat. From Andy’s limited knowledge it appeared she had been dead for several days. Rigor mortis had definitely set in and the smell was ghastly. “Is this the
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