Chapter 2 ~ pg.2

I turned over on my back and went into the dead man’s float, praying I wouldn’t substantiate the term’s connotation. Some form of sea life brushed my side and immediately I was more frightened of my pecker becoming some fish’s lunch than drowning at sea.

Once safely back on the boat, I couldn’t help but notice if something had eaten Paddington, it would still be hungry.

Anyhow, the dusty white sands of the shoreline were visible for the first time, but I still had three hours or so until I washed up. I plucked Eight in October off the boat deck and sank into the Captain’s chair.

The third woman’s murder especially interested me and I found what I was looking for on Page 59:

When the body of Amber Osgood was found on the afternoon of October 5th, the buck was passed from the Bangor Police Department to the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation. The FBI sent a task force to Maine to head up the investigation. The task force comprised of agents Todd Gregory and Wade Gleason, from the FBI Violent Crime Unit, and FBI consultant, Thomas Prescott.

Todd Gregory, 27, was a third-year man at the FBI and regarded as the top young agent in his field. Gregory was short, strikingly handsome, with hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and olive skin.

Wade Gleason, 47, had been a staple in the FBI community for more than twenty years. Gleason had worked more than two hundred serial homicide cases and was considered worldwide to be the best in the business. The soft-spoken African-American was tall, athletically built, and known simply as,“Glease,” by peers.

Rounding out the team was FBI consultant, Thomas Prescott. Prescott, 33, a “retired” homicide detective, was ruggedly handsome with unruly brown hair, slate blue-gray eyes, and renowned for his irascible wit, erratic behavior, and confrontational style.