The Killing League

56.

Mack

Deborah Nahler was dead and Wallace Mack refused to believe it. He stared at the story, sent via email to him from Ellen Reznor. He read it for the third time straight through.

The Nailer. Dead.

He shook his head. As much as television and movies loved to portray criminals seeking revenge on attorneys, the fact was it almost never happened. Criminals preferred picking on the innocent and helpless. The easy targets. Most attorneys, especially prosecutors, were either prepared or armed, or both.

But Deborah Nahler.

Mack shook his head. He had liked her a lot. They had worked together on the case of Leonard Goldberg, a librarian who had abducted thirteen children, a mixture of boys and girls, tortured and killed them, then buried them beneath his garage.

He was now doing a life sentence in Robertson State Prison.

Nahler had nailed his defense to the wall and gotten the death penalty, which had later been changed to life. Mack had been the one to build the case.

He had a ton of respect for Nahler.

And now someone had killed her.

Mack typed a response to Reznor, asking to be copied on all crime scene analysis and investigative reports relating to Nahler’s death. She would send it all along to him, whether it was official or unofficial, he didn’t care.

He wanted to know what happened.

And if he could, help catch the bastard who’d done it.