Out of the messy jumble of images clanging around his mind, one popped forward that brought tears to his eyes. A young girl, no more than fifteen. Getting into an unfamiliar car. Waving at him from the window as she disappeared down their street. His older sister. Janie. Her body had been found in the woods behind the local baseball field the following morning. She’d been raped, beaten, and strangled. Not in that order.
