TOO CLOSE TO HOME

Prologue

The Los Angeles area had been terrorized by a killer for the past three months. His primary target had been a small college campus, striking on Thursday nights. Six students had been murdered when the killings abruptly stopped. Because DNA on the first victim matched the unknown DNA in a series of murders in San Francisco, the FBI had been called in.

Agent Don Epps stretched his knotted muscles and sighed. They'd gone over everything and still nothing. If the killer was following the same pattern as San Francisco, the next attack would take place in two days. It would be one of two campuses; either the Lindstrom Academy or the small scientific institute known as Calsci.

Terry Lake set a cup of coffee on Don's desk and asked, "Has Charlie come up with anything we can use?"

Don shook his head. "Not yet. He said that the close proximity of the attacks is making it hard to determine where any hot zones are."

"Well, if we don't get a break soon, Charlie's going to have more data to work on," she said grimly.

Don looked up at David Sinclair and said, "I want detailed maps of both campuses. Let's see if we can isolate probable areas where the killer might strike. Maybe if we're really lucky, we'll catch him in the act. Before he kills his next victim."