Disclaimer: I don't own John Doe
Shortening the List
It was hard, watching John cross Digger's name off his list of friends. His hand was shaking as he uncapped the marker, and he didn't just draw a line through it like he had with Karen's, he scribbled over it until all that was left was a rough black oval. He didn't stop there, though. He lowered his hand and wrote, just below the oval, "Jamie Avery." I felt the woman next to me shift position as John capped the marker and turned back around, his face set and ready. He would get to the bottom of this. We would.