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speaking Hispanic. She lived adjacent to a train track.”
    “Good Lord, what is the world coming to. It seems to be full of psychos these days.”
    “Yes, Sir, it does. We think he was also the same man that raped and murdered a woman up in Atmore a few days ago. Her house was isolated and near a train track, but until they are sure, they haven’t tagged that one as one of his. The lone survivor, the woman near Atlanta, is supposed to be working with a sketch artist up there to try to get a good likeness for law enforcement to go by. From what I heard, he stayed there in her house for hours… They are processing his fingerprints across states, trying to get an ID on this fellow. The profilers figure he did not just start out raping and killing at this stage of his life. The woman that survived said he appeared to be in his early thirties. Most criminals start their illegal activity at a much younger age than that.”
    “Well, the sum’bitch was probably doing it in Mexico, so they let him slip across the border just to get rid of his ass!” Joshua spat. “Profilers… Is that those FBI fellas you was telling me about that like to put themselves in the mind of the criminals?”
    “Yes, Sir, and they’ve been doing good work these days. I -”
    “You think mighty highly of those Federal Bureau of Investigation boys don’t you.”
    “Yes, Sir, I respect what they do.”
    “Well, the ones I dealt with back in ‘70 didn’t impress me much.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “I sent several deputies to the depot over there to check around for blood and such.” Joshua said, nodding his head in the direction of the small depot across the dirt road from Jesse’s house. “He may not have hopped a train yet, but I doubt it. His ass is probably long gone by now. Jesse and Ola appear to have died several days ago.”
    “He’s on the Glory Train for sure,” Metcalf stated. “It came through morning before last, about 7 a.m. Just in time for him to make his escape. The Glory train is the only one that still stops at the depot. Many of the nurserymen get their supplies delivered there.”
    “It’s probably how they get their illegal Mexicans delivered to work their nurseries too… heck, he could have been one of the ones that just got off the train from Mexico.”
    “Maybe,” Metcalf replied, however he was not ready to give up on his original assessment of the scene. “Or he could be the one that has been doing all the raping and murdering and is on that train bound for Glory. The train doesn’t make any more stops between here and there you know.”
    “Well, you can bet your ass, his ass ain’t bound for Glory,” Joshua replied stonily. “He is bound for Hell by way of the electric chair. He will fry when we catch him.”
    “Sheriff, do you want me to make inquiry at the local nurseries to see if they’ve hired any new Hispanic males the last couple of days?” Paul Calvert asked as he walked up to Joshua and John, who were standing in the back yard of Jesse’s house.
    “Deputy, it would take a week to check them all. Just check Jimmy Page’s nursery and Seasonal Sensations first. They’re the ones that mostly use Mexicans to work their fields. After that, you can check the others.” Joshua again fell back to ‘69 when Hurricane Camille came through. After that, the entire Gulf Coast was a disaster, a melting pot of people from every occupation. It seemed that most of them turned up there to make money off the clean up, others to help those in need with rebuilding and such. Many liked it so much they stayed. He could understand why they stayed, and he could not blame them. The weather was nice and the scenery even nicer, but that did not mean he liked it very much. It just made it harder to keep up with folks.
    Joshua looked up when he heard a car wheel into the yard. Suddenly he was yelling for everyone to watch out. Lorelei Vice, Jesse and Ola’s youngest daughter, turned in so fast that the little car she