It took us a couple of hours to get back to the packhouse and Zeke was still asleep. But Bellamy and I went into the dining room where the cook made us breakfast with a couple of really strong coffee’s.
We headed back to the office and I called the rest of the families of the murder victims.
Bellamy was working at his desk and Zeke finally decided to come downstairs.
“Crap. I really didn’t mean to sleep that long.” Zeke said.
“You must have been more tired than you thought.” Bellamy said.
“Yeah. I must have been. What’s going on in here?” He asked, looking at me on the couch and Bellamy at his desk.
“I don’t know what the hell he’s doing over there but I have just spoken to the last of the victims families and they all had something else in common besides you two. An internet ch
