Deadly Pursuit Winter JenningsChapter 13 Lips
I thought about Wexler. About Sheridan, Wyoming. I’d fled there, into the arms of the FBI, the morning Wexler shot out my rear window when I was on that River Crow Reservation in Montana. Wyoming is just across the Montana state line. Wexler’s birthplace and previous residence. It may be his current address too. But in any case, Wyoming would be familiar territory. He’d been there, to the WHITES compound before. For the Meriwethers on his nationwide tour of supremacist groups. His escape...