Hours later, I pulled into a gas station and fast-food shop. For a few moments, I sat there taking deep breaths, reliving what I had just experienced. Then, curious about him, I opened the glove compartment and found the SUV registration. It was registered to Paul Bogan. He lived in Sonoma, California, and was only twenty-six years old. Those lawyer business cards were either a forgery or cards he had taken from a real lawyer with that name.
Looking around the vehicle, I saw no lawyer's briefcase. I should have noticed that immediately, I thought. That was very careless of me, or maybe just a sign of my inexperience and innocence. More curious now, I opened the carton. It was filled with female clothing, hair clips, lipsticks, and makeup pads such as would be found in a young girl's purse. There was even a pair of high-heel shoes. Sick trophies of girls he had raped and maybe murdered, I thought. This was one man I would have gladly brought to Daddy.
