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car. he used baby wipes on himself, paying special attention
to his fingernails. Everything went into the white plastic
garbage bag, along with a full can of gasoline and more bleach
spray.
he took the money from brett’s wallet—forty lousy
bucks—and found nothing of interest in his backpack. These
went into the bag as well, and then he soaked that and the
body with lighter fluid.
The fire started easily. Donaldson knew from experience
that he had about five minutes before the gas can exploded.
he drove out of the cornfield at a fast clip, part of him
disappointed he couldn’t stay to watch the fireworks.
The final result would be a mess for anyone trying to
iD the victim, gather evidence, or figure out what exactly
had happened. if the body wasn’t discovered right away, and
the elements and hungry animals added to the chaos, it would
be a crime scene investigator’s worst nightmare.
Donaldson knew how effective his disposal method
was, because he’d used it twenty-six times and hadn’t ever
been so much as questioned by police.
he wondered if the Fbi had a nickname for him,
something sexy like The roadside burner. but he wasn’t
convinced those jokers had even connected his many crimes.
Donaldson’s courier route took him across four large,
Western states, a land area of over four hundred thousand
square miles. he waited at least a year before returning to
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