How many men had lived in all seven states during those same years? Because of the length of time the Weasel kept his victims, it seemed unlikely that he simply traveled through those areas. He began a search of DMV records. Due to the number of years a driver’s license remained valid, it would be too time consuming to sift through the dates. For this initial query, he just tried to match names. The list was surprisingly large. Scanning the names, he found one familiar and recurring—Patrick Donley. Son of a bitch!   * * * *   “Sir, Officer Peterson hasn’t reported for duty,” Charlotte from dispatch informed Bell. “Send a patrol car to his apartment. Maybe he’s still sleeping one off.” Possible, but unlikely. Bell’s gut tightened. It didn’t feel right. Peterson hadn’t been on the job long. He was too gung-ho to blow off his shift. “Let me know what they find.” “We had a car in the area so I asked them to do a run-by. His car is in the parking lot and he’s not answering the door.”
