Death of a HeroChapter 6
Darkness shielded Lincoln Steele as he sat in his pickup truck surveilling Jake’s house. There were no streetlights outside of town, and the thick clouds that seemed to always blanket Mississippi hid the moon. For the third straight night, Jake went into town, most likely to the bar at the Old South Inn. He always left the house lights on with the curtains drawn, but there wasn’t any movement. No one else came or left. Steele would search the house and, if it didn’t produce a lead, he’d take...