Martinez walked in, fatigue etched across his features. “We got partial prints off the campsite lighter,” he said. “Running them now.” He hesitated. “Let’s see who turns up on the search. Hope we can peg him fast, before he targets the next victim.”
The hospital had almost convinced itself the nightmare was over. Then a new visitor arrived—a man in his early forties, neat coat, and shoes gleaming with fresh rain. He introduced himself to the receptionist with a smile. “I’m here for my son.”