It’s not unusual for an investigator to be up late working, but tonight was different. Detective Gordon Lane looked at the calendar on his wall: June 15, 1937. It has been four months since the death of his wife, Rose Lane, and that was unacceptable. It wasn’t unacceptable that was wife was dead, that was unavoidable. What was unacceptable was the fact that the person who killed her was still out there. That was just flat out wrong. At this point in the night, Gordon was reviewing his case notes for the seventh time that day. There were always four specific constants that appeared at each crime scene. Firstly, there were always two names written on a nearby wall: Lavern Gallagher and, his own, Gordon Lane. Secondly, the bodies were always
