Strange Bedfellows Part 3

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Cassandra sat on the living room floor, a half dozen Burke Senior High School yearbooks spread out around her, a notepad on her knee as she gnawed on the end of a pencil. Absently, she scratched Festus behind his left ear as the cat rolled onto his back in ecstasy.

There was something more than a little distasteful to her about thumbing through page after page of photographs of smiling young teens, looking for anyone who looked capable of running a car off the road and endangering two other young lives.

But Jason knew something. Much as she’d like to deny it, she had seen it in his eyes. Seen the terrible knowledge there. Seen the fear. And she was certain his father had seen it, as well.