A cold chill crawled up my spine as I climbed out of our panel van. I was moving at a snail’s pace gathering my personal items from the back trunk. I could feel Patrick getting impatient with me. I felt the chill spread and slither through my body. The wind-chill took my breath away. I…
Chapter One – January 29th, 1983 It has been a long time since I have felt remorse for killing people. That plane took off a long time ago. Since then, it has been the challenge to make it look like a tragedy of natural causes. Getting caught wasn’t a concern, there is no way that…
