Dead End
Chapter One
Lyndon, Pennsylvania August, 2005 What could possibly be going through a man’s mind at the moment he decides to take the life of a child?
Detective Evan Crosby stared down at the twisted body of Caitlin McGill and wondered.
The young girl’s blank eyes stared endlessly at the sun, her mouth open in its final scream. Her thin arms stretched outward, bent at the elbows, to form perfect Ls. Her feet turned in, toes touch- ing.
“Pigeon-toed.”
“What?” Evan turned his head slightly, though his eyes were still on the girl who lay at his feet.
“We used to call people whose feet turned in like that pigeon-toed,” one of the crime-scene investigators noted. “How old was this one?”
“Not even fourteen,” Evan replied.
“Just like the last one.” The CSI shook ... read full excerpt from Dead End ebook
