“What are the odds?” “The odds of what?” Nina said, unable to stop herself. Strain clipped Kent’s words. “Of two serial killers with the same MO, wearing the same obscure brand of MMA fighting gear, operating at the same time.” “Unless they were partners,” Wade said. “It’s happened before, serial killers working together.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “But it had all the earmarks of one perpetrator acting alone. I’m sure of it.”
