“There is no time to waste,” I told Victor as we drove to his apartment for the evening. He had arranged for twenty-four-hour security for us there.
“I want to be sure of the plan,” Victor argued.
“The killer or killers will strike again soon. They are escalating,” I insisted. “Their next intended victim could be me. I’ll be much safer after the red wolves are caught.”
Victor drove into his garage. “You don’t believe one of the wolves was Martha? Without her, her accomplice may stop.”
“No,” Martha didn’t have enough of a grasp on reality to be the leader. “Her family kept her locked in that house with a nurse because they couldn’t keep her under control any other way.”
“And they wouldn’t let her out to wander the streets and risk her telling anyone the family secrets,” I added.
We cl
