MoCo Murder Mysterey
On that day, he picked up the first threads, threads that led him into a labyrinth of deception, treachery and pure evil.
Thursday, December 2, 1993
The dawn is still a good hour away. Deana, B.J. and Virginia leave Chula Vista, a quiet, dusty suburb of San Diego, and head north. Virginia sits in the passenger seat of their Ford LTD. Her husband B.J., drives, Deana lounges in the back, pressing her wide-eyed face against the window.
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