"You don't have some glorious insight on these survivors?"
This was the second time he'd talked about a man. An older man controlling the boy. That made more sense than some psychotic youngster just running around getting the idea on his own.
She thought a moment.
"The man who did the graffiti..." She mused. "the green..."
There were files that she'd seen. Things written up about somebody. She knew them well. Knew them by heart, really. Because while she hadn't directly worked a case that had anything to do with them, all the cops in the city, any kind of law enforcement whatsoever, was made to read the files. He was the biggest, loudest, most dangerous criminal they had.
"Oh god." She shook her head. "I don't know who the boy is. But I know who the man is."