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Whether Stribbe or some other psycho, why murder young male tourists?Wasthat the victim profile, or were there others that Musgrove had missed?
How did the killer overtake his victims? Where did the murders take place?
Why shoot a victim, then hack off his left hand? Using what tool?
How did Been’s death on the Jacques Cartier Bridge in Montreal connect to the killings here in Provo? Or was there no connection at all?
Had Uri Stribbe killed Ti Musgrove? Was Musgrove getting too close?
Musgrove had received a text during our dinner at Da Conch Shack. What had she learned? Did the info implicate Uri Stribbe? Had he somehow learned of that?
Or had Milo Willis strangled his ex-wife? The inevitable outcome of an escalating pattern of drunken abuse?
Why had Cloke traveled to Provo? Why was Joe Benjamin’s contact info at his condo? Why had Cloke phoned Benjamin about Stribbe?
Where was Cloke?
Where was Willis?
Where was Stribbe?
Round and round.
No answers.
Except one.
A big yes on the issue of my stupidity.
22
Dum! Dum! Da da da da dum!
I clawed my way to the surface from a deep sleep.
Opened my eyes.
The room was dim. The drapes were still tightly closed.
TheLaw & Ordertheme was blasting from the phone on my bedside table.
I reached over and checked the screen.
The time was 9:17. The caller was Monck.
“Hello! Hello!” I shouted to no one, hoping a warm-up might snap me alert.
I clicked on.
“Brennan.”
“We got him.” Monck sounded pumped.
Too much too quick. I struggled to comprehend.
“You—”
“Uri Stribbe.” When I said nothing. “He’s in a cage.”
