As Stephan sat down across from me, he looked like he’d aged ten years since the sun went down. He placed a digital recorder on the table between us, but he didn't turn it on yet. He just leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I’m going to be honest with you. My head is spinning. Less than a week ago, Jason walked into my office looking like a man whose world had ended. He told me his wife had been snatched from a charity event. He called me and he gave me Liam’s name. He gave me a motive. He had me convinced I was hunting a monster."
"The only monster in this story is Jason," I whispered, my voice trembling.
Stephan leaned forward, his eyes searching mine. "Then help me bridge the gap. Because tonight, as I'm headed to a cabin, I get a shots-fired call to the same location and I
