Chapter 4

“I’m sure you have, but sometimes it takes a fresh set of eyes to see how things might mesh. From what you told me when we talked two years ago you were living and breathing the cases even though you knew they were cold. I suspect you still are or you wouldn’t have agreed to talk with me.”

Slater shrugged. “When I get time I do go over everything again, looking for something, anything, we might have missed. I’ve re-interviewed anyone who knew the two boys—the ones we were originally able to ID—in the time span before their murders. The problem is, after nearly thirty years…” He spread his hands.

“Yeah. If they did know something back then, they’ve undoubtedly forgotten it by now. Things like who each of the boys ran with.”

“From what I do know about them,” Slater replied, “they were both gay, they were runaways, and they hustled to stay alive.”

Teague sighed. “That undoubtedly fits Chris, too. The hustling part. Though how he ended up here…”