I ran my finger across the map of the town, moving back and forth between the houses that had been hit already. He was moving in a pattern, skipping about a block of houses and then hitting again. Which is why I'm sitting in a squad car almost exactly a block away from the house that was hit just last night with my partner.
He stared out the window on his side of the car, his eyes scanning up and down the street. "Where the hell is he? He should be here by now," he muttered under his breath.
"Well, I'm sure he isn't stupid. He probably knows we're catching on and went in the opposite direction. Or he's coming around to one of these houses from the back," I said. "There's a street just on the other side of those yards in the back."
"That doesn't fit him," he said to me without looking at me.
"Well, people can change, right? People can change once they realize people are onto them," I suggested.
"Look, people like this don't just change. You're new; you don't know much," he snapped, stil