The Murder of Janessa Hennley
“He went into the bathroom and sat in the dark for a while. His pulse felt slow, and, something that had come to terrify him in the past few years, his throat itched. A cold or flu could potentially kill him.
He dressed and sat on the patio. It was cold despite the sunshine. A dog barked somewhere in the distance. He tried to read the New York Times online but couldn’t focus and kept rereading the same sentence three or four times. Eventually he put his phone down, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.
His phone vibrated. He picked it up and didn’t recognize the number. He didn’t realize he’d been sleeping.
“This is Parsons.”
“Special Agent Parsons?”
“Yeah.”
“This is Luke Torres. I’m an agent here in the Anchorage office of the Bureau.”
“What can I do for you, Agent Torres?”
“Bill Mathias.
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