"What could Brenda have told this creep? We recognized her voice but I never said anything but my piece; the detailed tip. We scrambled our voices and used only secure lines."
"She might have guessed about your abilities and limitations. Her boss said she was reasonable intelligent when we set her up as the main person answering your designated tip line. Mostly, she was trustworthy and accurate."
"Maybe she was smart enough to give him false information," I said, not really believing it.
"I saw the autopsy photo. The pope would have appointed Lucifer a cardinal with what was done to that woman.'
I reluctantly agreed and told him we were devastated that we prompted these deaths; the deputy sheriff, Youngblood, Brenda Washington. Brennan tossed aside our concern, citing the lives we'd saved. He added, "Someone might want to get word to that dame in Boston who's appointed herself resident expert on the Psychic Tipster. She should lock her doors and windows, just like you people, before this guy carves her up and adds her to the list."
"Good point, but what about Daniel Brennan? You're just as much a bull's eye if this monster is able to pick up your trail."
"I'm not worried. Believe me, I'm pretty secure here and I've been careful. You guys are his primary target and don't ever forget it for a minute."
When I made a move to end the conversation, Brennan indicated there was more. "Our guy didn't quit with Brenda Washington. He's definitely cranking up his action. There's less time between his killings and he seems to have used his new found knowledge down the road in Arkansas."
"Another victim?"
"Three. He killed the mother and father so there was no one to report their daughter missing, for nearly a week. Debbie Woolrich, age nine, remains in the wind but there's little hope she's alive. It looks like he killed the parents in broad daylight, in the front yard, maybe in front of the child. The details are just now being posted but the murder occurred so long ago, I think it's outside your window." Once again, I was speechless.
Arkansas. Five whole days! That's how long my little prize remained with me until my darling succumbed to the trials and tribulations of life on the road, with me. Now she is with the angels, along with mommy and daddy. I placed flowers on her road side resting place. I hope the scavengers won't disturb her grave.
I so love my home away from home. It allows me to keep my treasures and move forward at the same time. I inform the campground caretakers when I stop, I have an ill wife aboard, so don't disturb us. "If a voice cries out in pain in the night," I tell them, "it's only that the love of my life needs her medication readjusted. I'll not to cause a disturbance so allot us a site away from others." They always oblige.