 Randy was working on another slice of pizza and waved at Linden in a “go on” motion with his free hand. “Suspect number two seems to have dropped off the face of the earth a few weeks ago. And I’ve got a third person who might possibly be of interest—not sure if he should be considered a suspect or not—but he’s become impossible to find,” Linden said. “What do you know about them?” Randy asked. “Not much other than their names and a few public and easily available facts. I have a niggling feeling they’re all somehow related.” “And why the flight, and where are you going?” “My most likely suspect at this point lives in Wyoming,” Linden said flatly. “Remember me mentioning a Tyler McCall?” It didn’t take Randy long to digest that bit of information before he grinned. “Ah-hah. A reason not only for the FBI to talk to him, but you in particular. Let me guess—a certain guy you met earlier this year in that same area? One blue eye, one green eye, messy blond hair? No, I don’t recall you mentioning him.” Randy made a “lips flapping” gesture with one hand. “Ass,” Linden said. “But yes, I’m flying to Wyoming to talk to him. It’s possible he could’ve hopped on a plane, done the deed, and been home for dinner—crossing state lines in the process.” He smiled and shrugged. “I’ve met him, and that slight familiarity might lull the man into a false sense of security and cause him to slip up and say or do something incriminating in my presence.” “Which we’re hoping doesn’t happen,” Randy added and Linden nodded. “Is he the type to commit murder?” “I don’t think so. I didn’t spend that much time with him, but I really don’t think so.” If that were indeed the case, Linden would do everything in his power to prove his suspect innocent. “But at the moment, I have more questions than answers, not enough leads, and no theory that makes much sense.” “Serial killers prefer a certain type of victim, and don’t usually like to cross state lines in pursuit of their next fix,” Randy pontificated. “They tend to stick to an area of comfort, right?” Linden nodded. “And one confirmed victim doesn’t make a series.” “Crime of passion?” “I thought of that, but those are usually spontaneous and messy. In this instance the act itself was methodical. This death was premeditated,” Linden said. “So back to assisted suicide?”    
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