Martineau put the diary down on the bed and walked away from it. It was hard to read, even harder to digest. He left his room and wandered down to the empty bar, helped himself to a large scotch and signed a chit for it to be put on his bill. He downed the drink in one, steeled himself and then returned upstairs to the horrors of what Dutton had discovered.
My intelligence picture was becoming a little clearer.
My intelligence picture was becoming a little clearer.I searched through regional newspaper reports over the past few years to find cases of missing girls, boys and children and I found several that fitted the profile. Jago seemed to hunt in areas that he felt comfortable in; not right on his doorstep, but within a reasonable driving distance. He selected them because they were vu
