The Bonneville had been scraped and dented all along the passenger side, although not enough to keep the door from functioning properly. The condition of his car, however, was the least of Greg’s worries. He and Cynthia were in panic mode, after learning they were wanted for murder. They were on FM-182, headed toward Quitman, [...]

Greg and Cynthia were driving along Lake Tawakoni on FM-47. They would go east on FM-2324. They were both still shaken from their encounter with the Silverado and the 18-wheeler. “So, it looks like Buford has added us to his hit list,” Greg said. “Well, at least now we know your theory was right. Buford [...]

As he stepped down from his cab, Willie saw the red Bon­neville in the distance, driving away. He did a quick inspection of his rig. He had burned off some tire rubber, but otherwise his tractor-trailer was just fine. Then he saw the Silverado lying on its side in the field. He didn’t really want [...]

It was a beautiful July morning. Perfect for a nice drive on a peaceful East Texas country road, Cynthia thought, as she and Greg made their way up FM-47. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been away from the bank on a Friday. She hadn’t taken a day of vacation in the past year, [...]

Greg and Cynthia had been on the road for about an hour. They had opted for a scenic route back to Coreyville. But not for the scenery—for the safety. Hopefully they could avoid the killer by taking Highway 80. “Maybe we should switch to smaller roads,” said Greg. “Fine with me.” “We could get off [...]

“Cancel the rest of my appointments for this morning.” “But Sir, Mr. Jacobs is already here, waiting,” whispered Millie. “I don’t care. Make my apologies and reschedule him. And I do not want to be disturbed unless the building is on fire. Do you understand?” Buford needed time to think things through. Sam was dead. [...]

It was no problem getting past the guards this time. A call was made to verify the appointment of the two visitors from Coreyville, and Greg and Cynthia were on their way to the ele­vators. Greg checked his watch as they walked toward Buford’s office. They were a couple of minutes early. He was nervous [...]

Greg had never spent the night in a hotel room with a woman that was not his wife. And he was feeling some guilt, even though they would be sleeping in separate beds. It was a special situation, and it was all quite innocent. But he won­dered what people thought when they saw Cynthia and [...]

John X had watched as Marty walked out of the Holiday Inn, across the sidewalk and into Denny’s. He figured he had at least thirty minutes before Marty returned to the hotel. His wireless network camera and Motorola Q PDA had been well worth the expense. The tiny camera was capable of transmit­ting video across [...]

When Greg and Cynthia had checked in at the hotel, Cyn­thia had offered her credit card. Greg appreciated the fact that she was willing to pay, but insisted on using his card since she was not supposed to be traveling outside Coreyville, and she could be tracked by her credit card use. Although, he doubted [...]