This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover photo taken in Aruba by Michael Ward.
Agent Pete Neal turned his car around and headed for the Southside area of Jacksonville. He knew that his partner Molly Syracuse was doing the same thing. The call had come in on their way to work. The rush hour, as usual in Jacksonville was bad and he knew it would be even worse in the Southside area. He was on J-T-B or Butler Boulevard to the initiated and there were a lot of office buildings between where he was and his destination. He flipped his siren on and watched as the cars in front of him began to react and make way for him. Traffic wasn’t wall to wall but it was slow moving. When the City of Jacksonville decided to expand rapidly in the late nineties they neglected to do two things; they neglected to plan and build new roads and they neglected to attract companies in to employ all the new workers they were bringing in.
As he drove he pondered what he knew. Jacksonville Jack was a serial killer and he had just struck for the third time. Jack had been active in other cities. In previous existences he had been Seattle Sidney, St. Louis Lenny and Baltimore Bertie. Although the names sounded like a joke this guy was anything but a joker. He killed ten women in each city and then moved on. That meant if Agent Neal couldn’t find him and put him away then seven more women would die in Jacksonville before Jack was done. After that another city would get him and he would not be Jacksonville’s problem. If Agent Neal didn’t get him before that then he would always be Agent Neal’s problem. Jack would always be lurking in the background at promotion time and some of the promotions he should have had would evaporate.