"Of course. I don't have another class until after lunch. Take your time." Harry left. Joe imagined him heaving a great breath of relief out there in the hall. He was a nice young man in a world with fewer and fewer places for nice people.
"Joe here."
"There's been another killing, Joe. This one is down toward Florida. The M.O. is the same - two extremely sharp knives, almost no blood. Nobody saw anything unusual. The victim was a supervisor just five years from retirement."
"And the other part of the pattern?" Joe heard Maggie's sigh at the other end of the connection.
"He was procuring children. He would approach a poor family and offer to find their children an apprenticeship in his jurisdiction. The children would disappear. The families wouldn't complain because they had "sold" th
