It was late morning in San Diego when Griff decided to give Proctor another try, this time catching him at his desk. There was nothing he wanted more than to have Kemp brought to justice or at the very least out where Griff could find him, and who better than the FBI to help him flush his prey? "Last time I answered your questions. Now it's your ( Read more... )

Late in the California afternoon, Griff jumped to the cover of some bushes in a park in San Diego not too far from the San Diego FBI field office where he'd dropped off one of his informational packets the week before. The packets contained a drawing of Kemp, copies of newspaper articles he'd been gathering all spring that detailed every encounter ( Read more... )