The Death of Sean McLennahan

In 1997, East Spray Avenue was like a thousand other slightly down-scale commercial strips around America. By day, car dealerships and second-hand stores did an ordinary income but when the sun went down, the commodity was sex. Lynn Everson, mother rubber, they called her, worked for the Spokane Regional Health District. She kept a list updated at daily of 140 men who seemed to hate sex workers. Any one of the men on the list, anyone lurking on East Sprague could have been the killer.