Almost immediately, I started get-
ting e-mails. One every fifteen        
minutes, and every single one of them  
contained not just one or two links,   
but dozens of them.                    
     Most were repeats, but a lot of   
them were also new.                    
     A really small number were missing
pet related, but what really surprised 
me was that most of them were about    
missing persons.                       
     Most of the missing pet articles  
weren’t local, but every month or two, 
one would be from our state.           
     It wasn't much, but it did help   
add to the numbers that we needed in   
order to predict where the hot spots   
would be.                              
     It didn't take long before those  
e-mails began running into the thou-   
* sands, and that's when a theory began    
forming in my head, especially since   
most of the links were about missing   
persons.                               
     If we found out that our hot spot 
numbers were accurate, why couldn't we 
use missing person reports, in the same
kind of way, to also help us find      
serial killers?                        
     Like I explained earlier, we still
haven't figured out how to do that yet,
but what made it more plausible was    
what happened when we did our second   
Halloween patrol.                      
     Beth and Darryl were chatting back
and forth about guns, and that reminded
me about how I met him.                
     On the fourth Sunday of every     
month, after our first patrol, I’d call
Pee Wee for a taxi ride to the library.



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