Weiss’s body might not be found for years. His mother’s garage was now a kind of family tomb he shared with her. Victor Panko had been only one of five victims who had died violently in Buffalo in one night, four of them relatives. Their workshop had been burned in an arson fire, and contained barely identifiable machines for making IDs and credit cards, so the local police suspected that some crew involved in immigration fraud or human trafficking had turned on the family. Alan Becker’s death in New York City looked a lot like an organized crime hit, but nobody had found any evidence, or even rumor, that he’d had any dealings with organized criminals. The three men killed in California had died on a ranch owned by Martin Ortega under a false name, and they had died with two other members of Ortega’s prison gang. What Bysantski and Duquesne had been doing at the stronghold of a Mexican gang at the time was unknown. A hoard of weapons had been in the house, and the huge supply of ammunition that had cooked off in the fire had made it impossible for firefighters to enter until everything combustible had been consumed. Nobody had any theories about foul play, and most thought it might have been an accident caused by misuse of propane intended for cooking and heating.

The findings on the deaths led nowhere and implicated no suspects, which made Leah feel relieved. She reread the information that was included on the remaining six fugitives, but she found little that she hadn’t known already. Lee Wolf, Timothy McKinney, Edison Leonard, Joseph Lambert, James Holliman, and Lonny Mann were assumed to be alive, simply because there was no information to the contrary.

Lee Wolf’s group, the Swift Sword of the Savior, had apparently disbanded after Wolf and a few others had been convicted of, among other crimes, bombing and burning a predominantly African American church, a synagogue, and a school in Oklahoma. But recently there had been some posts and recordings on the dark web by people hinting that they were members. There had been no mention of Wolf.

Timothy McKinney might have been seen in Idaho the previous summer. A hiker backpacking in the mountains had taken a few photographs of people at a rest spot near a spring. One man objected, snatched the camera, and opened it to expose the film before throwing it on the ground. He didn’t notice that the man’s girlfriend was recording the event with her cell phone. A woman in the park police office thought he looked a bit like Timothy McKinney. So did the FBI and its facial-recognition software, but he had not been seen again.

There were similar tips on Mann and Holliman, but none of them struck Leah as promising, and the FBI was apparently waiting for further leads.