All Silent on the Flint

“You know, she had red hair like all the others. You think that’s his profile?”

“The killer’s? Maybe.” The sheriff frowned. “You know, Bobby, that last body we found, Sally Stewart, she had her hair dyed brunette. How’d you know she was a redhead?”

“I could just tell sheriff,” Bobby said, smiling. “You think the killer’s a local?”

“Hard to say, really.”

“Sheriff, why do you think the killer kills these women?”

“Don’t really know, Bobby.”

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