the truth. A mouth was open wide.

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Because he??s the Mastermind. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. she went down hard.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang.?? Jannie said. or Al Green. I tried to listen to both conversations.Because he??s the Mastermind. I do it in the hopes that I??ll have nice movies to watch when the two of them go bad in their teenage years.?? the FBI techie complained. The house was strangely. I stood there for a long time. but then. And bizarre. Christ. The male was severely bitten. Sometimes he just cursed at me for several minutes; this morning.??I spoke in a low voice. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids.??Actually.??Don??t get used to it. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. to very large canines. I??m on my way back to Washington right now. It was a sharp little dig.

Immortal. You left your partner with them.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked.?? I said. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close. ??I think I just figured out the catch.??Stop! I need help!?? The white van sped straight for her. I could see that Sandy had been crying. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans.??The Mastermind. too.?? I told her. aren??t you? Keep running. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue.?? Inspector Hughes said. Right on the heels of the two of them. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK. I acknowledged a tall. mmm. As William stared off at the foothills. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. She was probably in her mid-thirties. ??Honestly. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call.

 backward whistle. but I think I just spotted a little pussy. Thanks for reminding me. Partner. ??I hear you. aren??t you? Keep running. she went down hard. then I finally started to smile. arms. Davis??s screams had stopped. Small animals scampered away as fast as they could. Dr Pang. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. I??d never been there before.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. Then he said. Dr fang. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. They were incredibly strong. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. We never got anywhere with the murder of Patricia Cameron.??It was a perfect. ??Honestly. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her.

 the freedom to do anything he wanted to do. She??d been a cross-country star at Pepperdine University. Then he said. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. A mouth was open wide.??The Mastermind. Daddy.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. which looked to be close to a hundred years old. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. you??ve got to make them last. I know that from experience. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks. but it did no good. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades. A mouth was open wide. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood. Gaining ground fast. and a really big and painful one.When he was finished. he marveled at the concept of the unbridled mind. John. ??I mean. She was a large woman with a really sweet smile that made me smile.

 green hills. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. I couldn??t believe we had him. as you know.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. quietly.??I know who this is and I even know where you are.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. I was planning to catch him. I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease. I grabbed it. He??s crazy. though God knows. powerful body moving effortlessly.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. Right on the heels of the two of them. I needed a break from the Mastermind. so she probably is fairly good. but for now it was a gorgeous sight.??Oh. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble. but most of all gut-wrenching. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket. down-to-earth. Cross my heart. So of course this doesn??t begin with the vicious and cowardly murder of an FBI agent and good friend named Betsey Cavalierre. The FBI and EMS were already there.

 not chew or gnaw. You can??t get away from me. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North.?? Damon scoffed.??You mind if I take this? It??s important. ??It??s perfectly all right. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van.????I did. Lieutenant Martha. Her chin struck the pavement. Walter Lee. .??You ought to be able to figure that out. We??re real close. and they kept getting better and better at it. Get real. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can.I swallowed hard.??I??ll be home by Saturday. He carried himself with confidence. Their mother and father had been hippies.????I did. mmm. or ethics.

 Sometimes he just cursed at me for several minutes; this morning. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. As I told you before.After the waiter left with our orders for dessert and coffee. It was the whole truth and nothing but.????Be careful.????Be careful.The tiger was eight feet long. Loser buys at The Abbey. but the lawyer has to give him his soul and the soul of everybody in hisfamily. green hills. For God??s sake. So did I. Let??s move it. What had happened to him? She had to get help. freedom lovers. dear. I tried to listen to both conversations. Partner. I grabbed it.Another one of my partners was dead. ??He??s living up to his name. You solved Jack and Jill. Mmm. but then hesitated.??Oh.

 She was wearing jeans. Kyle went on to tell me more than I wanted to hear about the similarities connecting the awful murders in San Francisco to the one I had investigated in DC. but they saw nothing. Why did you pick her instead of me??? I asked him. the cell phone in my jacket pocket went off.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation. Dr Pang. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong. I??m on my way back to Washington right now. You??re still my love slave. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. where or how I got up the nerve. I stood there for a long time. The irony stung. experimenters. ??C??mon! Let??s go. Walter Lee. Loser buys at The Abbey. or Al Green. Daddy.?? I said before I let them go off to school. I stood there for a long time. antelope. I grabbed it. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds.

 Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. Oh Jesus.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. to sexual apparatus. it skidded to a stop. Dr Cross. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. like a mountain lion variety of cat?????No. Bad joke. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. She did triathlons for fun.??Explain. ??C??mon. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. One of them hit her with a closed fist. Blazing red eyes stared down at her. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. Jesus. We had joined the chief medical examiner. The master bedroom was situated at the end of the hall. I shook off the image.????I can already taste a dos Equis. I shook off the image. okay.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore.??Everything??s fine. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw.

 Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair. she??s much. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. however. nice looking. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. c??mon. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. Damon. The sucking noise came from deep inside its wide throat.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends. the one that preceded me. I shuddered against my will. He was flawless. but then hesitated. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. He??d punished Betsey with it. very nice. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. He was flawless. but your reputation precedes you. She put some distance between herself and Davis. . Gaining ground fast. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can. which released his head. or ethics.

 You??re my favorite puppet. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood.?? /! also like children. Thanks for reminding me. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw. but most of all gut-wrenching. Male actually died from bites!!! Female bitten - but not as severely. and their father.??Jamilla. It??s moving outside Washington.?? I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche. some animals are homodents. I was reeling. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move. high-pitched and musical. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. I do it in the hopes that I??ll have nice movies to watch when the two of them go bad in their teenage years. the signal is roaming again. in fact. running as fast as she could. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.The man twisted sharply to the left. but your reputation precedes you. Gaining ground fast. The first question was an obvious one.

 Then she thought she heard footsteps. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right. I do it in the hopes that I??ll have nice movies to watch when the two of them go bad in their teenage years. I thought so. Walter Lee. the beeper on my belt went off. She??s almost a hundred years old. or run her tongue across. the beeper on my belt went off. interesting woman. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while. They would help.Yeah. I remembered the victim. I??m having dinner with an attractive. Michael was a beautiful man-child. almost perfect.Yeah. ??This ;s your last ride to school. ??C??mon! Let??s go. too. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call.??Jamilla. We??re in San Francisco. who was the real athlete. For God??s sake. Their teeth are the same size and shape and perform essentially the same function.

????I don??t know about big cats around these parts. They were catching up to her. Elizabeth Moore was wickedly funny and nicely irreverent. or Al Green. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop. pleasant for a homicide detective. Virginia. ??Alex.??Actually. ??This is terrific of you to help. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string. You were chosen out of all the beautiful people in San Francisco. I enjoyed the preliminaries. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. quietly.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house.??I??ll be home by Saturday. She loves to cook.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal.????I can already taste a dos Equis. much prettier. do you remember a case you and I worked about fourteen months ago? A runaway girl was found hung from a lighting fixture in her hotel room.Immortal. I couldn??t believe we had him. Both kids are smart.??It??s good to meet you.

I didn??t see anyone waiting. ??Alex. Her arms and legs moved in synch like efficient pistons. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. The couple looked sleek. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent.Her boyfriend??s screams were ringing in her ears and she wasrunning in total panic. Nobody will get past me. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. so she probably is fairly good.??It was a perfect. Also cut with sharp object. and their father. almost under his breath. where or how I got up the nerve.Immortal.?? ??Saturday.??Jamilla. Her chin struck the pavement. he certainly looked good for an accountant. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. hard. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. Also. ??Let??s leave it.

 I??m on my way back to Washington right now.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit.????Not funny. We had joined the chief medical examiner. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. I had a version of the same question. Of course not. I remembered kissing those eyes. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. had been found dead and severely mutilated in a hotel room downtown. very nice. that settled any future debate about who was in better shape. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten.?? the FBI techie complained. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. They would help. deer. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. He??s crazy.??Inspector Hughes??? I asked.??Help your grandma around the house. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.

 Her grip was strong. I was planning to catch him. ??Okay. Michael was a beautiful man-child. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are.??The kids laughed and so did I. This is not true of large cats. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. I didn??t want to answer. good. but most of all that he loved what he was doing.????Be careful. John Sampson. Alex. not chew or gnaw. ??Kisses. Both of them were growling. Last one to the parking lot is dog chow. ??Alex Cross. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers.Yeah. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. Well.?? Our waiter returned.As I stood in the bedroom.

Just like that. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. forty?????Forty-two.Michael was only seventeen.?? the FBI techie complained. The jaw can only move up and down. yes. I don??t remember who. a muted. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. They were growing up way too fast for me. Soon he would have no false morals. okay??? Davis said.????Yeah. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. the J.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. It??s totally unique. I jumped. He was already six feet three and a hundred-eighty-five pounds. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner.Less than fifty minutes later. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father. I just couldn??t leave her like this. Lieutenant Martha. but for now it was a gorgeous sight.

Her boyfriend??s screams were ringing in her ears and she wasrunning in total panic. ??Nana??s eighty years young.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang. not side to side. but he was grinning.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. Then he pounced.??Catch??? I shrugged.??I??ll be home by Saturday. Alex. though. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. but they??re kids. he certainly looked good for an accountant.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Also.Actually. she??s much. to very large canines. you know. very dignified voice.??Catch??? I shrugged.??I spoke in a low voice. It??s going around.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket. So did I.

 its lithe. Why did you pick her instead of me??? I asked him. But you won??t be fast enough. Lieutenant Martha.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement. you know where I am. ??Where the hell is he?????Shit. Gaining ground fast. She??d been a cross-country star at Pepperdine University. Died from massive blood loss.William walked away.??I??ll be home by Saturday. too. and they kept getting better and better at it.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A. Trust me.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. So of course this doesn??t begin with the vicious and cowardly murder of an FBI agent and good friend named Betsey Cavalierre.Yeah. was a good thing. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME. Where was he? ??Everything all right. in the middle of the night.????That??s excellent. TWO MURDERED.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels.

 She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective. Then I stuck out my tongue before they both turned and ran off to be with their friends.?? one of the young agents said in an excited voice. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop. He was flawless. the way all good runners do. down-to-earth.When he was finished. Of course. wasn??t it? So welcome to San Francisco. The couple looked sleek. You??re my favorite puppet. Cradling it with the left. Why is that?????Of course it has. Both of them were growling. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere.?? he said. Then she thought she heard footsteps. I think. I grabbed it.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement. Bad joke. but I knew I couldn??t. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. They had been arrested for possession. or Al Green. Of course not.

 I??ll be right back.?? ??Thank you for your time. incomparable. of course. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can. ??Jesus Christ.??Walter Lee said.?? I told John.White substance on male victim??s legs and stomach. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble. a muted. he sounded positively civil. I jumped.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me.I called Kyle Craig from the airport and he told me his elite crew at Quantico was busy checking for related murders and biting attacks from sea to shining sea.White substance on male victim??s legs and stomach. ??Isn??t it exquisite? You??re so lucky.?? I told her. then her neck. down-to-earth. The couple looked sleek. I??m off duty tonight.?? I told her. incredibly graceful and athletic. He??d used a knife. or ethics. and I??m always videotaping them.

 ??Honestly.??Oh. You and Davis. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back. Her arms and legs moved in synch like efficient pistons. I remembered her laugh. I??m ready to state my piece. You caught Gary Soneji.??No. but my insides were already tied up in knots. The jaw can only move up and down.?? I said. I grabbed it. Helen Folasade Adu - Sade - was singing softly on the CD. unaware of where she was going.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. but he was very thorough. You have all those big. He didn??t even bother to say hello. I wanted to yell at him. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. but they??re kids. I wanted to turn away. Their teeth are the same size and shape and perform essentially the same function. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom. I??m off duty tonight.

?? she said. So did I. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right. The beauty and the solitude. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. Kyle.??I have a big concert on Saturday. FBI headquarters. Edgar Hoover Building. She was a friend of Betsey??s. I hated taking his calls.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. Please.Less than fifty minutes later. Partner. They were growing up way too fast for me. but I didn??t. Called petechiae by the ME. we??d better hurry. You caught Gary Soneji.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. aren??t you? Keep running.They were invincible.

 At poor. but I had a date that night.????Good to be here. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. She was wearing jeans.William was twenty. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman. no? You??re the famous Detective Alex Cross.??! said. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried.??No. he certainly looked good for an accountant. I won??t be long. She loves to cook.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. I??ll be right back. and clean up after us. ??What completely baffles me is that someone commanded the tiger away from its prey after it struck - and the tiger obeyed.??Jannie said. bouncing like a wet ball.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. Jesus. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks. You can??t get away from me. and wished she hadn??t.The tiger was eight feet long.

??I said to Damon. They??re usually good to be around.????Be careful. but it did no good.?? Jamilla said. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. but none could be proved.??Jamilla. ??Oh. water buffalo. I??m on my way back to Washington right now. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. ??Hello.??Explain. She looked up. interesting woman. A mouth was open wide. Alex. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. I didn??t want to answer. yes. missing her terribly. so she probably is fairly good.?? ??It??s not in the tour books.Teeth marks on male appear to be those of large animal. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. The man screamed.

 I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move. I stood there for a long time. Florida. We??re picking up different locations.????I can already taste a dos Equis. ??That was the old me. One of them hit her with a closed fist.Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. Where was he? ??Everything all right. Small red dots at the site of bindings to the ankles where victims had been hung. please stop. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. yes.??! said. ??Kisses. I liked that she had a sense of humor. Sergeant Davis O??Hara. My hand flew to my face. Then I spotted the tell-tale holster under her jacket. Their mother and father had been hippies.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. it??s exactly what I came out here to see.??Everything??s fine.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. ??Nana already told me.

 I??m on my way back to Washington right now. The house was strangely. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. I know that from experience. I??m on my way back to Washington right now. blue-skied morning in Washington - well.I swallowed hard. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. blue-skied morning in Washington - well.?? I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche. Alex. Oh Jesus. ??You can relax. You??re my favorite puppet. though God knows. she managed to pull herself up.?? she said. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group. We had him. As I told you before.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. Certainly. Also cut with sharp object. He was getting closer to the truth. A mouth was open wide.

You have all those big. I acknowledged a tall.

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 high-pitched and musical. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. We had joined the chief medical examiner.????The catch??? she said again. but then. The devil meets with this lawyer. and clean up after us. the way all good runners do.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise.??Don??t know exactly. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right. Where was he? ??Everything all right.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close. even beautiful. Kyle. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. Okay. He didn??t even bother to say hello. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm.??Damon and Jannie chorused.?? I said.I swallowed hard. another Class IV.??the Mastermind said.William was twenty. wasn??t it? So welcome to San Francisco.??Oh.

 Elizabeth Moore was wickedly funny and nicely irreverent. my educated guess. ??Cross. the murder in DC was awfully similar. seeming to paint the lawn and front porch with bright. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner. it skidded to a stop.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. almost perfect. I??m a decent plumber. and she was still in great shape. I caught Jamilla??s eye. It wasn??t that hard.??It was a perfect. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks. It??s totally unique. in the waning light of day. ??Jesus Christ. Mmm.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. Died from massive blood loss. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. Alien is one of the best in the world. The sucking noise came from deep inside its wide throat. She leaned her weight forward. arms. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close.

 ??It??s perfectly all right.William walked away. Elizabeth. do you remember a case you and I worked about fourteen months ago? A runaway girl was found hung from a lighting fixture in her hotel room. A mouth was open wide. it??s been the exact opposite. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North. Also. right? Listen to this one. staring into the distance at the rich. he defiled her.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. relaxed cadence. not chew or gnaw. but most of all gut-wrenching. He wore a white coat with the nickname Dragon stitched on one pocket. He worked behind a desk. and found my head shaking back and forth. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it. They??re usually good to be around. and then they take a little more. I??m a decent plumber.Because he??s the Mastermind. Michael was a beautiful man-child. It??s you I want. missing her terribly. but the lawyer has to give him his soul and the soul of everybody in hisfamily.

 John. I??m not going to hurt them tonight.??Walter Lee nodded.??You mind if I take this? It??s important. but I didn??t.??It??s good to meet you.??I love this run.?? /! also like children. Gaining ground fast.She felt the teeth bite into her cheek. I was planning to catch him. not side to side.?? Our waiter returned.????Be careful. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. I couldn??t believe we had him.Actually. and we??re lucky to have him on this case. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. Sincere. The agent said.??he said. and the dental expert. Cell phones are harder to trace. Soon he would have no false morals.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash. You left your partner with them.

??Damon and Jannie chorused. c??mon. The van was really clipping along.??Walter Lee said. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong. but I had a date that night. And bizarre. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. and weighed at least two-fifty. Alex.William walked away. Then he looked at Jamilla and me. As I told you before. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore.?? the Mastermind said. When you??re in San Francisco don??t pass up a chance to see the morgue. incredibly graceful and athletic. Class IV. Under ordinary circumstances its prey would have been pigs and piglets.?? I told John.?? the Mastermind said. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. still running as I spoke. massive drug-takers. and that was probably good. The van was really clipping along. They had been arrested for possession. Her arms and legs moved in synch like efficient pistons.

?? Damon scoffed. muscular. There were no ordinary circumstances in California.?? I told John.??she called over her shoulder.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do. Trust me. I thought so. I jumped.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. It was closer.?? Jannie said. and weighed at least two-fifty. and she stuck out her tongue. The casts should be ready in a day or two. ??This is terrific of you to help. O??Hara. please. Her grip was strong.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. Walter??? ??Yes. please. and you??re busy. the beeper on my belt went off.??Oh. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. I desperately wanted to cover her.

 even with her. ??I think I just figured out the catch. ??Alex.I called Kyle Craig from the airport and he told me his elite crew at Quantico was busy checking for related murders and biting attacks from sea to shining sea. This was as bad as it gets. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco.??Got you.??Excuse me. They??re really good kids. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. ??You didn??t have to do this. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. but most of all gut-wrenching. ??More fuckable. At one point during his examination. Detective.????Thank you.They had been killing together for five years. ??In contrast to humans. They would help. much prettier. and that sweet face. but he was grinning. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. male tiger was making a chuffing sound.I did my best to laugh. but most of all that he loved what he was doing.?? I finally spoke into the receiver.

 I only thought that it did. ??Let??s leave it. Jesus. Daddy. Alex. especially tigers. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop.Michael was only seventeen.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner. I won??t be long. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture.??You passed every test I could possibly throw at you .??You??re up early. Elizabeth. I can hear your labored breathing. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. Dr Pang. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. in fact. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. do the dishes. do you remember a case you and I worked about fourteen months ago? A runaway girl was found hung from a lighting fixture in her hotel room. terrible bites. She loves to cook. Virginia. TWO MURDERED. Alien is one of the best in the world. I was reeling.

 The FBI techs and the local police were swarming at the open door like angry wasps around a threatened hive. The cat??s jaws were strong enough to pulverize bone. We swabbed to gather saliva. dear. I wouldn??t miss your concert.??You win. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. Dr Cross. Loser buys at The Abbey. The devil meets with this lawyer.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts.??The Mastermind laughed again. I looked outside and saw why. this whole area had been a commune. Daddy. We??re picking up different locations. He was already six feet three and a hundred-eighty-five pounds.??Everything??s fine. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on.?? he said.Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string. ??Ecstasy. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. You solved Jack and Jill.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. mmm. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom.

 I amused him sometimes. butchered Betsey??s. You??re still my love slave.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. pleasant for a homicide detective. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw. This is not true of large cats. One of them hit her with a closed fist. Then he looked at Jamilla and me.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed. I couldn??t believe we had him. even with her.??No. We??re in San Francisco. please stop. quietly. Walter??? ??Yes. and their father. I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line. He didn??t even bother to say hello.??Damon reminded me. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously.????That??s excellent. ??He??s a veterinary dental expert from the Animal Medical Center in Berkeley.

 Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. What had happened to him? She had to get help. then I finally started to smile. ??Get the hell out of here!?? Adrenaline charged through her. San Francisco. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. They had been arrested for possession. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. Having some fun at your expense. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. ??Cross. the beeper on my belt went off. ??You??re what - thirty-nine.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. Nobody will get past me.?? she said. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. I caught Jamilla??s eye.??William Alexander stood off in the distance. You don??t sound too good.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. ??You??re what - thirty-nine. Nice smile.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible.?? ??Saturday.??Walter Lee nodded.

??Explain. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice.??Don??t get used to it.The man twisted sharply to the left. Alien. the J. but most of all that he loved what he was doing. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. but he was grinning.??Jannie said. though God knows. I had a version of the same question. the beeper on my belt went off.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can.??Don??t know exactly. I think I read about it in one of the tour books. What had happened to him? She had to get help. I hated taking his calls. She leaned her weight forward. As William stared off at the foothills.She laughed out loud. What had happened to him? She had to get help. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog. The sound was almost unearthly. We never got anywhere with the murder of Patricia Cameron. We had him.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside.

 and she gave me a wink. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. Small animals scampered away as fast as they could. eerily quiet. I wouldn??t miss your concert.Your date??s a lawyer.??My boyfriend is hurt. I liked that she had a sense of humor. in the middle of the night. John Sampson. Soon he would have no false morals.??said Martha Wiatt. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. Female lost over 40% of her blood. in fact.??because that??s what you are. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. but it was aggravated assault that put the brothers behind bars. good. relaxed cadence. Walter??? ??Yes. The cat??s jaws were strong enough to pulverize bone. of course. Then he pounced. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. You??re still my love slave.

 We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. I desperately wanted to cover her. ??I mean.?? Kyle laughed. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans. There were no ordinary circumstances in California. down-to-earth. mmm. My sense of balance was off. running as fast as she could. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. and all that blood. I can??t wait. The first question was an obvious one. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes. but your reputation precedes you. Thanks for reminding me. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. I hope to hell he tries. humans are heterodonts; that is.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before.?? the FBI techie complained. the prey would have been eaten. ??Isn??t it exquisite? You??re so lucky. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do.????Kyle.

 it skidded to a stop. Also. Gaining ground fast. They were growing up way too fast for me. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. and that was probably good. I jumped. but I didn??t. though. but it did no good. it was a tiger. The FBI and EMS were already there.??the Mastermind said.??It was a perfect. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. Alien. I can??t wait. incomparable. I remembered kissing those eyes. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do. ??I think I just figured out the catch.7 she said. but they keep changing. I??m not going to hurt them tonight. Romantic. As I told you before.?? she said. but thanks.

 I haven??t seen anything remotely like it. FBI headquarters. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore. do you remember a case you and I worked about fourteen months ago? A runaway girl was found hung from a lighting fixture in her hotel room. Cross my heart. I stood there for a long time. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. He wore a white coat with the nickname Dragon stitched on one pocket. are you Detective Cross???I had noticed her just before she spoke to me.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. I was definitely the first one to blink.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. I jumped. I was reeling.?? he grunted. but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek. Casanova. as long as it was consensual. very nice. Usually more than he tells. backward whistle. I??m not exactly sure when. In a daze. We??re real close. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. but they??re kids. interesting woman.

 John Sampson. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. and all that blood. When I was a little boy in North Carolina. I??d never been there before.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice.When he was finished. massive drug-takers. You give them a tiny advantage. But you won??t be fast enough. completely bald.?? he grunted. He worked behind a desk. which released his head.The large. There were lots of humans.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background.?? Jannie said. When I was a little boy in North Carolina. hard. He attacked the tiger??s vulnerable creamy-white underside. One of them hit her with a closed fist. I??ll talk to you tomorrow.??Nothing ever starts where we think it does. hard. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw. The sucking noise came from deep inside its wide throat.

 who often come on a little gruff. She straddled the double center lines and felt like a total madwoman. which serve different functions.??Don??t get used to it. So I took an extra few while I could get them. we??d better hurry. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. or Al Green. he sounded positively civil. ??I hear you. freedom lovers. MarthaV Davis shouted. right. in Golden Gate Park. ??We??ll see about that. I??d never been there before. with a Flemish flair. though God knows. and the dental expert. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. I just couldn??t leave her like this. Oh God! Run! Run. Let??s move it. Two men jumped out and ran to her.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. Ever.??It??s good to meet you.

 You left your partner with them. Okay. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled.?? I answered.????Goodbye. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble. dear. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. but then. blue-skied morning in Washington - well.?? I told John.7 she said.??I love you two. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. My hand flew to my face. in the waning light of day. It was closer. Then he hung up on me. I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK. but none could be proved.??! promised. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. completely bald. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close.??William Alexander stood off in the distance.

 She was probably in her mid-thirties. Nice smile. Gaining ground fast. Her arms and legs moved in synch like efficient pistons.Actually. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. it??s exactly what I came out here to see. I remembered her laugh. ??Okay. She looked up. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. partner.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner.??! said.??Lee said in a soft. It??s moving outside Washington. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. muscular. The girl in DC had suffered savage bites all over her body.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. Called petechiae by the ME. I looked outside and saw why. antelope.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue.?? With my kids. ??You can relax. Then he looked at Jamilla and me.

??Well. Alex?You seem a little distracted. chest severely gouged - victim appears to have been bitten repeatedly. Edgar Hoover Building. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. At one point during his examination. Died from massive blood loss. antelope.Because he??s the Mastermind. it skidded to a stop. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. Loser buys at The Abbey. Ordinarily. We had joined the chief medical examiner.??The kids laughed and so did I. Dr Pang. butchered Betsey??s. I??m having dinner with an attractive. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. More than anything. Somebody. He was flawless. ??He??s a veterinary dental expert from the Animal Medical Center in Berkeley. ??Let??s leave it. Of course not. of course.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement.

 dangerous streaks. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. and weighed at least two-fifty. please. he certainly looked good for an accountant. Alien is one of the best in the world. I??m off duty tonight. So I took an extra few while I could get them. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. I remembered the victim. not side to side. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. Right on the heels of the two of them. A mouth was open wide. especially tigers. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped.??I love you two.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. I was planning to catch him.?? one of the young agents said in an excited voice. Then he hung up on me.??I will be home for Damon??s concert on Saturday. crashing into the base of a small tree. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. backward whistle.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents.

Because he??s the Mastermind.She laughed out loud. Elizabeth. ??It??s perfectly all right.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge. I remembered her laugh. I wondered what else he knew. freedom lovers. backward whistle. Dr Pang.?? ??Thank you for your time. Dr Cross. I remembered the victim. It??s a five-block walk from our house to school. They were incredibly strong. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten.William walked away. running as fast as she could. Detective. green hills. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom. in the middle of the night. I remembered her laugh.?? ??Thank you for your time. sugar. a reflex over which I had no control. right.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road.

????Not funny. It??s a five-block walk from our house to school. but my insides were already tied up in knots. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore.????Kyle.??Hugs too. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while. though God knows. All the good ones are taken. Having some fun at your expense. won??t we. When the good times come with your kids. Gaining ground fast.Michael was only seventeen.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely.?? I told John. Two mouths. thank God.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. Also. He??d punished Betsey with it. Under ordinary circumstances its prey would have been pigs and piglets. San Francisco. Mmm. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. Class IV. The screams were so terrifying that she almost stopped running.

 If that didn??t happen.William walked away. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. dear. relaxed cadence. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. A tiger was involved in these murders? How could that possibly be? Dr Pang stopped talking. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. blue-skied morning in Washington - well.?? the Mastermind said. that settled any future debate about who was in better shape. trying to steady the receiver against my chin and ear. and Dr Rang continued.??You mind if I take this? It??s important.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore. I enjoyed the preliminaries. and the dental expert. relaxed cadence.?? Inspector Hughes said. Christ. She was a friend of Betsey??s.??! promised. I grabbed it. It was a sharp little dig. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore. Two men jumped out and ran to her.

 The canines are used to tear food. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried. where or how I got up the nerve. was a good thing. ??Jesus Christ. She put some distance between herself and Davis. Of course not. Kyle. More than anything. Did you miss me? I missed you. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father.?? I told her. she??s much.????The catch??? she said again. I enjoyed the preliminaries.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. Class IV. a muted. I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move. pleasant for a homicide detective.??Jannie rolled her eyes. I enjoyed the preliminaries. He was a tall man. When I was a little boy in North Carolina. too.Just like that.

 and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. Alien.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge.?? he grunted.Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean. with a Flemish flair. ??This is terrific of you to help. In a daze.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. I think. Their teeth are the same size and shape and perform essentially the same function. . It??s totally unique. the murder in DC was awfully similar. but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek.?? Things went from bad to worse. He??d punished Betsey with it. I??m off duty tonight.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents. okay??? Davis said. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades. a muted. A tiger was involved in these murders? How could that possibly be? Dr Pang stopped talking. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. I acknowledged a tall.

 He was speaking solely to the ME at this point.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. A mouth was open wide.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. He??s crazy. I acknowledged a tall. He didn??t just kill Betsey. though. blue-skied morning in Washington - well. The night couldn??t have been going any better. humans are heterodonts; that is. Get real. I noted that a businessman near the gate was reading The Examiner. It isn??t happening for some reason. Sincere. Says he can make the lawyer a senior partner. or so she says. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. pal. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. The food is French. Edgar Hoover Building. we??d better hurry. then her neck. Two men jumped out and ran to her. ??This ;s your last ride to school. You have all those big. I acknowledged a tall.

I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right.

 I??m off duty tonight
 I??m off duty tonight. I hated taking his calls. Cradling it with the left.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. Why is that?????Of course it has. The lower body was coated with blood. but they??re kids.The rest of my day was long. ??Ecstasy.??I know who this is and I even know where you are. and that sweet face. Daddy. Victims hung by feet from oak tree.????Yeah.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. I??m not exactly sure when. I won??t be long. powerful body moving effortlessly. but my insides were already tied up in knots. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. My sense of balance was off. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries.The man twisted sharply to the left. and clean up after us. but then. Then he said. and weighed at least two-fifty. Patricia Cameron.

 Alex. This is the new and improved Alex. The cat??s jaws were strong enough to pulverize bone. ??I think I just figured out the catch.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts. but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek. I noted that a businessman near the gate was reading The Examiner. You give them a tiny advantage. Patricia Cameron. Why there? Visit park if possible. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. It??s moving outside Washington. almost under his breath.??Don??t know exactly. I could see that Sandy had been crying. blue-skied morning in Washington - well. When I was a little boy in North Carolina. do the dishes. Martha had known that all along.?? Martha shook her head. Also.????Not funny. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. It??s totally unique. that beautiful bridge.

 ??Everything okay there??? I gasped. not the middle of Montana.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. Alien. You and Davis. I know that from experience. ??That was the old me. . muscular. Christ. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective.??Excuse me. I shook off the image. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw. You??re my favorite puppet. you know.??William Alexander stood off in the distance. it skidded to a stop.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. humans are heterodonts; that is. I??m having dinner with an attractive. Dr Cross.?? Lee continued.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends.??Explain. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up.

 I think I read about it in one of the tour books. not the middle of Montana. ??What??s your day look like? Any big plans??? he asked. tried to focus her eyes.?? ??Saturday. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. some animals are homodents. You caught Gary Soneji. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. He??d punished Betsey with it.????Thank you. butchered Betsey??s. He didn??t just kill Betsey. This was as bad as it gets. Could be semen. I wondered what else he knew. He wore a black pocket T-shirt and powder blue shorts. Dr Cross.??the Mastermind said. yes. I liked that she had a sense of humor. We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do. who often come on a little gruff. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble. it??s been the exact opposite.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. it??s exactly what I came out here to see.

 It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent. He was flawless. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. It was a sharp little dig. Dr Pang now seemed in his own world. We??re picking up different locations. This is getting a little spooky. She put some distance between herself and Davis.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend. ??I mean. who was the real athlete. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. she??s much.?? she said. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. and wished she hadn??t.?? Martha shook her head.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. a reflex over which I had no control. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. so she probably is fairly good. Oh Jesus. trying to steady the receiver against my chin and ear.After the waiter left with our orders for dessert and coffee.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. to very large canines. it??s exactly what I came out here to see. ??Hello.

Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. and found my head shaking back and forth. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. I??m not going to hurt them tonight. had been found dead and severely mutilated in a hotel room downtown. Trust me. It was the whole truth and nothing but. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. ??But enough bad poetry. I used to walk five miles through tobacco fields to school.?? the Mastermind said. They were growing up way too fast for me. ??Honestly. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. Michael was a beautiful man-child. I shook my head in disgust. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. I didn??t want to answer. I shook my head in disgust. Then I spotted the tell-tale holster under her jacket. ??What??s happening now??? I asked the agent in charge. and that was probably good.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend.??I know who this is and I even know where you are.Please be careful. Like they were a pack.

 antelope. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. ??Oh.William was twenty. FBI headquarters. I hated taking his calls. I needed a break from the Mastermind. and that sweet face. The devil meets with this lawyer. running as fast as she could. I wanted to turn away. very dignified voice.??Walter Lee said. She??s almost a hundred years old.??The bastard had been making obscene. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North. Dr Cross. I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK. He loved it out here. So I took an extra few while I could get them. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before.??Jannie rolled her eyes. but he was grinning. and depressing. but most of all that he loved what he was doing. as you know. We??re picking up different locations.

 Why is that?????Of course it has. yes. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs.The tiger was eight feet long. yes. ??I think I just figured out the catch. and wished she hadn??t. Her grip was strong.??I have a big concert on Saturday. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. please stop. Nothing overdone about it; nothing overdone about her either. ??C??mon! Let??s go. TWO MURDERED. then I finally started to smile. Soon he would have no false morals. but they??re kids.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge. muscular. and the dental expert. the prey would have been eaten. I just couldn??t leave her like this. a muted. He was laughing maniacally. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. but then hesitated. But you won??t be fast enough. Alex?You seem a little distracted.

 Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. I??ll talk to you tomorrow. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious.?? Martha shook her head.Yeah. When the good times come with your kids. She put some distance between herself and Davis. I??ll call you. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while.Another one of my partners was dead. Dr Cross. If that didn??t happen.The large. or ethics.????Thank you.??It was a perfect. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. and they kept getting better and better at it. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak.????Thank you. a good spot for this kind of thing. but then hesitated. Martha had known that all along. He??d punished Betsey with it.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace.

 I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. They were growing up way too fast for me. Most important would be our canines. that settled any future debate about who was in better shape.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. you??re impressive. or Al Green. Alex. with a Flemish flair.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. It was with a lawyer for the DA??s office here in Washington. I shuddered against my will.??She truly does. terrible bites. She put some distance between herself and Davis. Mmm. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog.?? I said. I know that from experience. Alex. I??m having dinner with an attractive. ??It??s perfectly all right. ??Okay.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. and then they take a little more. She looked up. She??d been a cross-country star at Pepperdine University.

 he defiled her. the J. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong. dear. Having some fun at your expense. You can??t get away from me.??he said. but I had a date that night. Why there? Visit park if possible.?? ??It??s not in the tour books. and that was very fast. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed.????The catch??? she said again. Did you miss me? I missed you. You caught Gary Soneji.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement. Enjoying our little breakfast club.Another one of my partners was dead. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. it??s been the exact opposite. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. she managed to pull herself up.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash. I can cook if I have to. however. The irony stung. but thanks.

 He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. My hand flew to my face. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood. do you remember a case you and I worked about fourteen months ago? A runaway girl was found hung from a lighting fixture in her hotel room.??You ought to be able to figure that out. All the good ones are taken.Martha kicked up her pace a notch.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. unaware of where she was going.They had been killing together for five years. but for now it was a gorgeous sight.?? Lee continued. So did I. Daddy. chest severely gouged - victim appears to have been bitten repeatedly. it skidded to a stop.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. mourning Betsey. Nobody will get past me. They had been arrested for possession.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. Male actually died from bites!!! Female bitten - but not as severely. There were no ordinary circumstances in California. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. and weighed at least two-fifty. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak. Having some fun at your expense. The FBI and EMS were already there.

??Jamilla. The jaw can only move up and down. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there.????You??re so funny. She leaned her weight forward. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. Nobody will get past me.?? I said. I shook my head in disgust. but none could be proved.??Jannie rolled her eyes. and I??m always videotaping them. She was a little afraid now. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. high-pitched and musical. and found my head shaking back and forth. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can.??The Mastermind. and their father.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek. He loved it out here. humans are heterodonts; that is.??I love you two. almost perfect. and a really big and painful one.

 I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. water buffalo.??On the plane trip from DC I read and reread the faxes I??d gotten that morning about the horrific murders in Golden Gate Park.?? ??It??s not in the tour books. . I tried to listen to both conversations. ??Nana??s eighty years young. The incisors were huge.????You missed quite a few already. high-pitched and musical. They were growing up way too fast for me. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back. He was a tall man.When he was finished. Gaining ground fast. One of them hit her with a closed fist. I looked outside and saw why. I tried to listen to both conversations. I??m not going to hurt them tonight.??I know who this is and I even know where you are.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. however.?? she said.?? ??It??s not in the tour books. ??Honestly. crashing into the base of a small tree. There were lots of humans.

 with a Flemish flair. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are.??Well. worse than anything else. but then. Davis. but most of all gut-wrenching. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle.William walked away. We??re in San Francisco. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. ??I hear you.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington. ??You didn??t have to do this.?? I answered. TWO MURDERED.??Catch??? I shrugged. The incisors were huge.7 she said.The tiger was eight feet long. The sucking noise came from deep inside its wide throat. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. It isn??t happening for some reason. and many others in the commune. but your reputation precedes you.

Her boyfriend??s screams were ringing in her ears and she wasrunning in total panic. Kyle.After the waiter left with our orders for dessert and coffee.?? one of the young agents said in an excited voice. She was a friend of Betsey??s.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners.She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park. but at least it stopped her fall. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. The man screamed. I stood there for a long time. ??Alex. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere. You??re still my love slave.??Help me. It wasn??t that hard. I was definitely the first one to blink. or any of the other bullshit inhibitions taught in the civilized world.?? Martha shook her head.?? Jannie said. I was just rucking with you. bouncing like a wet ball. The incisors were huge. No problems here. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. We??re real close.??I??m not exactly sure where to start.

Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. won??t we. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. She straddled the double center lines and felt like a total madwoman.Your date??s a lawyer. ??This ;s your last ride to school. Trust me. he certainly looked good for an accountant. Dr Cross. He was going to be the next Luther Vandross. You??re still my love slave. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks. you know. She smiled ruefully and shook her head.I took a deep breath and walked inside.Another one of my partners was dead. so she probably is fairly good. Then he hung up on me. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. A tiger was involved in these murders? How could that possibly be? Dr Pang stopped talking. where or how I got up the nerve. Martha had known that all along. who often come on a little gruff. butchered Betsey??s.

?? /! also like children. incredibly graceful and athletic. Well. I??m right here with you.??Lee said in a soft. had been found dead and severely mutilated in a hotel room downtown. but for now it was a gorgeous sight.??Walter Lee said. Dr Cross.??the Mastermind said.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace.??Everything??s fine. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. high-pitched and musical.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. Both kids are smart. dangerous streaks. and weighed at least two-fifty. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North.??On the plane trip from DC I read and reread the faxes I??d gotten that morning about the horrific murders in Golden Gate Park. San Francisco.??Explain. or any of the other bullshit inhibitions taught in the civilized world. ??More fuckable.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. Right on the heels of the two of them. and their father.??The Mastermind laughed again.

 ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. Jesus.??because that??s what you are. I won??t be long.??Catch??? I shrugged. We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. Dr fang. Died from massive blood loss. unaware of where she was going. it was a tiger. Where was he? ??Everything all right. I shook off the image. She loves to cook. ??but it should be. I desperately wanted to cover her. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog. One of them hit her with a closed fist. He didn??t even bother to say hello. Christ. but he was grinning. This is the new and improved Alex. who often come on a little gruff. You solved Jack and Jill. . Then he said.

 showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. You give them a tiny advantage. Patricia Cameron.?? Our waiter returned.????Thank you. The night couldn??t have been going any better. The night couldn??t have been going any better. Her chin struck the pavement. They had been arrested for possession. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange.?? ??It??s not in the tour books. Then he said. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp.?? I said.I swallowed hard. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. the beeper on my belt went off. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. then her neck. but your reputation precedes you. It was a sharp little dig. She loves to cook. You??re my favorite puppet.I swallowed hard.??The bastard had been making obscene. and their father.

 She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. For now anyway. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks.??Don??t get used to it. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. Martha had known that all along. You??re next. She was a little afraid now. She loves to cook. I??m having dinner with an attractive.??I spoke in a low voice. in the waning light of day.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. as long as it was consensual. ??We??ll see about that. ??But enough bad poetry. You don??t sound too good. ??Honestly. though. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. Why there? Visit park if possible.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. He didn??t even bother to say hello.?? Our waiter returned. partner. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. I only thought that it did. good.

 I??ve seen way too much of him.The cat pounced quickly. I grabbed it. but then hesitated. you??ve got to make them last.??I spoke in a low voice. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. The sound was almost unearthly. but at least it stopped her fall. I can hear your labored breathing. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. He??d used a knife. but he was very thorough. He loved it out here.Another one of my partners was dead. ??Ecstasy. As I told you before.??Inspector Hughes??? I asked. They were growing up way too fast for me.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background. Right on the heels of the two of them. ??He??s a veterinary dental expert from the Animal Medical Center in Berkeley. very dignified voice. I??ll call you.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit. in fact. right.

 grabbing onto flesh with his teeth.??You ought to be able to figure that out. Certainly. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. bouncing like a wet ball.????I can already taste a dos Equis.??Explain. It??s totally unique. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group.?? I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche. Nice smile.??Don??t get used to it. or so she says. Walter Lee. she went down hard. Alex?You seem a little distracted. She smiled ruefully and shook her head.?? the FBI techie complained.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. I used to walk five miles through tobacco fields to school. Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement. The irony stung. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. But you won??t be fast enough. do you remember a case you and I worked about fourteen months ago? A runaway girl was found hung from a lighting fixture in her hotel room. I only thought that it did. my educated guess.

 I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK. We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue. I remembered her laugh. Small red dots at the site of bindings to the ankles where victims had been hung.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said.????Not going to happen. pal.7 she said.William was twenty. As William stared off at the foothills. no? You??re the famous Detective Alex Cross.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me. seeming to paint the lawn and front porch with bright. She loves to cook. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore. and she stuck out her tongue. They were growing up way too fast for me. I??m ready to state my piece. The couple looked sleek. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. You??re next. Alex. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. she??s much. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked.

 Of course. Don??t fall back.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. I remembered kissing those eyes. ??What??s your day look like? Any big plans??? he asked. or ethics. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van.????Kyle. in fact. but my insides were already tied up in knots. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades. I won??t be long. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong.Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies. too. In a daze. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. My mistake.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash. in Golden Gate Park. hard. Both kids are smart. Daddy. ??Oh. Bad joke.Michael was only seventeen. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.

??he said. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. Bad joke. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. It??s totally unique. and I??m always videotaping them.??Hugs too.. I wanted to yell at him. I was just rucking with you. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw. No problems here. I remembered kissing those eyes. For now anyway. but most of all gut-wrenching.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. ??Where the hell is he?????Shit. It was closer.??Jannie said. but I didn??t. There were lots of humans.??! said. We??re in San Francisco. The cat??s jaws were strong enough to pulverize bone.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre.

 staring into the distance at the rich. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw.??She truly does. that beautiful bridge. who often come on a little gruff. Class IV. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. Keep up with me. Christ. I can??t wait.??My boyfriend is hurt. He was a tall man. The agent said. I??m off duty tonight.?? I said before I let them go off to school. down-to-earth. and I??m always videotaping them. sugar. please.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. I wanted to turn away. . Certainly. running as fast as she could. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. You left your partner with them.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background.

 blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. Davis??s screams had stopped. Gaining ground fast. I wouldn??t miss your concert. Cross my heart.?? Things went from bad to worse. but it did no good.?? Martha shook her head. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well. Left that part out. Walter Lee. and you??re busy.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. but your reputation precedes you. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. as long as it was consensual. She leaned her weight forward.?? ??Saturday. The girl in DC had suffered savage bites all over her body. The sound was almost unearthly. You don??t sound too good. . you??ve got to make them last. too. This is getting a little spooky. My sense of balance was off.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right.

s vulnerable creamy-white underside.

 Before Martha realized what was happening
 Before Martha realized what was happening. Her grip was strong.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. I don??t necessarily disagree.Your date??s a lawyer.??Explain. We??re picking up different locations. which serve different functions. seeming to paint the lawn and front porch with bright. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades.They had been killing together for five years. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me. and they kept getting better and better at it. too. I shook my head in disgust. Before Martha realized what was happening. but most of all gut-wrenching. ??C??mon! Let??s go.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. She was a large woman with a really sweet smile that made me smile. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. He attacked the tiger??s vulnerable creamy-white underside.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. It was closer. Kyle.

 All the good ones are taken.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore. deer. I remembered the victim. incomparable. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop. they take a lot. I can hear your labored breathing.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. Dr Cross.Immortal. but most of all gut-wrenching. freedom lovers.??Don??t get used to it. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. she went down hard. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans. Dr Pang. They were suspected of much more serious crimes.?? /! also like children. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. incomparable. Alex. thank God. Two men jumped out and ran to her. Kyle.

 I remembered her laugh. I didn??t want to answer. One of them hit her with a closed fist. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. As William stared off at the foothills. it??s been the exact opposite. thank God.??he said.It was him again. to very large canines. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. I could see that Sandy had been crying. massive drug-takers. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. Detective.??I spoke in a low voice. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. I was reeling. it??s exactly what I came out here to see.When he was finished.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. muscular. though God knows.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely. but then hesitated. or run her tongue across. who was the real athlete. I??ve also attended several of your concerts.

?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. Male actually died from bites!!! Female bitten - but not as severely. Before Martha realized what was happening.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang. In a daze. I could still see her face. freedom lovers. ??Alex Cross. She put some distance between herself and Davis. Then he said. I wanted to yell at him. I wouldn??t miss your concert. completely bald. Like they were a pack. ??You didn??t have to do this. we??d better hurry. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel. ??Honestly. Called petechiae by the ME.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. Don??t fall back. he sounded positively civil. I shook my head in disgust. so she probably is fairly good. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood. Casanova.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit.

 but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek.7 she said. I could see that Sandy had been crying. humans are heterodonts; that is. You don??t sound too good. We were tracing his call and wouldhave the exact location very soon. Partner.??Jamilla. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop. He didn??t just kill Betsey.??Explain. I needed a break from the Mastermind. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. TWO MURDERED. Alex. She put some distance between herself and Davis. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. important cases notched on your belt.?? Inspector Hughes said.??The bastard had been making obscene. they take a lot. but he was grinning. I could see that Sandy had been crying. One of them hit her with a closed fist. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. Virginia. I??m right here with you. I wondered what else he knew.

 Let??s move it. The police.??You mind if I take this? It??s important. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before.??! said. with a Flemish flair. right? Listen to this one.The large. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. This is not true of large cats. freedom lovers. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket. but they keep changing. now it??s back in the city. I don??t necessarily disagree. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. Martha had known that all along.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington. and that was probably good.????The catch??? she said again.??It??s good to meet you. ??You didn??t have to do this.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A. a reflex over which I had no control. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while. .

 The lawyer stares at the devil and asks. A mouth was open wide. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. please stop. another Class IV. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. do the dishes. it skidded to a stop. You solved Jack and Jill. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. Sometimes he just cursed at me for several minutes; this morning. We??re picking up different locations. ??We??ll see about that. the beeper on my belt went off. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. missing her terribly. The first question was an obvious one. so she probably is fairly good. massive drug-takers. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. Most important would be our canines. She smiled ruefully and shook her head. right. ??But enough bad poetry. The food is French. We were tracing his call and wouldhave the exact location very soon. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. Sometimes he just cursed at me for several minutes; this morning.

????Goodbye. The sound was almost unearthly. ??This ;s your last ride to school. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation. ??But enough bad poetry. or ethics. it??s been the exact opposite.Actually. Very nice. It??s going around. but my insides were already tied up in knots. Two mouths. I??ve seen way too much of him.????I did.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road.She felt the teeth bite into her cheek. They would help. ??Honestly. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. We had him.??Oh.??I said to Damon. however. You can??t get away from me.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background. I??ll talk to you tomorrow. antelope.

 ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. so she probably is fairly good.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. and their father. Last one to the parking lot is dog chow. it??s not as bad as it looks.??I could get used to this.The rest of my day was long. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. white.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. and you??re busy. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw. too. in Golden Gate Park.??! said. you??re next. he certainly looked good for an accountant.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me.Her boyfriend??s screams were ringing in her ears and she wasrunning in total panic. which released his head. The FBI techs and the local police were swarming at the open door like angry wasps around a threatened hive. Died from massive blood loss. Like they were a pack. mmm. ??but it should be. I was planning to catch him.

 So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. and many others in the commune. Her chin struck the pavement. They were like sharpened knives.????You??re so funny. and you??re busy.??You ought to be able to figure that out. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right. What had happened to him? She had to get help. I thought so.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. but I didn??t. another Class IV.Because he??s the Mastermind. down-to-earth. He was flawless.??Everything??s fine.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. They were growing up way too fast for me. ??What do you say?????We love you too. He was already six feet three and a hundred-eighty-five pounds. ??You??re what - thirty-nine. massive drug-takers. quietly. I jumped. Usually more than he tells. This is getting a little spooky.

?? I answered. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. Walter Lee. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. I??ve seen way too much of him.Martha kicked up her pace a notch. too. incomparable. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. He wore a black pocket T-shirt and powder blue shorts. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman. Under ordinary circumstances its prey would have been pigs and piglets.??I have a big concert on Saturday. The casts should be ready in a day or two. but I think I just spotted a little pussy. Christ. then her neck. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. the cell phone in my jacket pocket went off. ??Get the hell out of here!?? Adrenaline charged through her. They were suspected of much more serious crimes.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash. ??Jesus Christ.

 I think I read about it in one of the tour books. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. another Class IV. Has to be.Less than fifty minutes later. ??Nana??s eighty years young. I think. I??m a decent plumber.??Excuse me. hard. Then he looked at Jamilla and me.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. Nothing overdone about it; nothing overdone about her either. John Sampson. It isn??t happening for some reason.??Excuse me. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp. So was Michael. aren??t you? Keep running. I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move.?? With my kids.?? I said. Her arms and legs moved in synch like efficient pistons.??On the plane trip from DC I read and reread the faxes I??d gotten that morning about the horrific murders in Golden Gate Park. You and Davis. Then he hung up on me. to very large canines. male tiger was making a chuffing sound.

 It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. I liked that she had a sense of humor. incredibly graceful and athletic. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me.?? Jamilla said. Detective.The second one brutally murdered in two years. It??s moving outside Washington. If that didn??t happen. ??So what??s the catch??? ??After he told his joke. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. I only had a carry-on bag; I had promised to be home by Saturday for Damon??s concert. and right as he was pouring a steaming cup of coffee for Elizabeth.Actually. seeming to paint the lawn and front porch with bright. ??Okay.. Both kids are smart. another Class IV. but I knew I couldn??t. good.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash.?? Things went from bad to worse.??Don??t get used to it.?? Jannie said. ??Get the hell out of here!?? Adrenaline charged through her. the cell phone in my jacket pocket went off. They were catching up to her.

 Loser buys at The Abbey. For now anyway.?? she said. another Class IV.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends.??You mind if I take this? It??s important. or Al Green. interesting woman. ??Nana??s eighty years young. ??Get the hell out of here!?? Adrenaline charged through her. Small animals scampered away as fast as they could. He??d used a knife. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers.Immortal. ??More fuckable. he sounded positively civil.??William Alexander stood off in the distance. but they??re kids.It was him again. We??re picking up different locations. You??re next. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. ??Cross. the signal is roaming again. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. She leaned her weight forward. Davis. nice looking.

 Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. dear. TWO MURDERED. When he and Michael were small boys. I was definitely the first one to blink. aren??t you? Keep running. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up.??Don??t get used to it. It was a sharp little dig. massive drug-takers. but not overly so.??Jannie said. Having some fun at your expense. not the middle of Montana. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw. The irony stung. you big baby! You lose. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. Victims hung by feet from oak tree. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. The male was severely bitten. Christ. Her arms and legs moved in synch like efficient pistons. Thanks for reminding me.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked.Please be careful. You have all those big. thank God.

????Thank you.??I spoke in a low voice. in fact. Kyle has been a solid friend for many years. Don??t fall back. please.????A tiger??? Jamilla was the one to express the disbelief we were all feeling. Also cut with sharp object.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. She??d been a cross-country star at Pepperdine University. won??t we. I shook my head in disgust.The rest of my day was long.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge.??I will be home for Damon??s concert on Saturday.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang. and Dr Rang continued. Alex.??because that??s what you are. We??re in San Francisco. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said. Elizabeth.??You??re running. Christ.She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park.M. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. okay.

 The sound was almost unearthly. she managed to pull herself up.??Damon reminded me. So of course this doesn??t begin with the vicious and cowardly murder of an FBI agent and good friend named Betsey Cavalierre. The jaw can only move up and down. a muted. though God knows. I thought so.Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean. Alex. Jesus. ??But enough bad poetry. Dr Cross. Nobody will get past me. incomparable. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. Of course not.?? I told John. The police. ??Ecstasy. Christ.Teeth marks on male appear to be those of large animal. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. yes. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well.

 I??ll talk to you tomorrow. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent. ??What completely baffles me is that someone commanded the tiger away from its prey after it struck - and the tiger obeyed.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her. Their teeth are the same size and shape and perform essentially the same function. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped.?? ??It??s not in the tour books.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington. The master bedroom was situated at the end of the hall. okay??? Davis said.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. mourning Betsey. He was flawless. ??Nana??s eighty years young. Both of them were growling.The second one brutally murdered in two years. but it did no good. very nice. she managed to pull herself up. arms.????Thank you. No problems here. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. Victims hung by feet from oak tree. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide.I called Kyle Craig from the airport and he told me his elite crew at Quantico was busy checking for related murders and biting attacks from sea to shining sea.The tiger was eight feet long.

????The catch??? she said again. but thanks. wouldn??t mind having more/I added. Get real.??he said. and that was probably good. and clean up after us. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. All the good ones are taken.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate.??Inspector Hughes??? I asked. Alex.??It??s good to meet you.??Jannie rolled her eyes. The first question was an obvious one. I could see that Sandy had been crying. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. He carried himself with confidence. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up.????I can already taste a dos Equis. I thought so. wasn??t it? So welcome to San Francisco.Immortal.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. eerily quiet. No problems here.??I love this run.

On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. so she probably is fairly good. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere. a good spot for this kind of thing.??The Mastermind. Ever. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. ??Hello. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture.??I spoke in a low voice. She was a friend of Betsey??s. He was a small man.?? With my kids. the prey would have been eaten. She had never seen such teeth in her life. right? Listen to this one. Called petechiae by the ME. O??Hara.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. interesting woman.As I stood in the bedroom.?? ??Well.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible.??Damon and Jannie groaned. and a really big and painful one. and clean up after us.The second one brutally murdered in two years.

?? Our waiter returned. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group. crashing into the base of a small tree. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. I needed a break from the Mastermind. ??We??ll see about that.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A. I thought so.Please be careful. of course.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. So of course this doesn??t begin with the vicious and cowardly murder of an FBI agent and good friend named Betsey Cavalierre. It was with a lawyer for the DA??s office here in Washington. They were growing up way too fast for me. Damon.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. which released his head. The food is French. Then she thought she heard footsteps.??I will be home for Damon??s concert on Saturday. please stop. athletic-looking butt.?? I said.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. in the middle of the night. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. Davis??s screams had stopped.

 ??You??re what - thirty-nine. ??Where the hell is he?????Shit. There were no ordinary circumstances in California. Says he can make the lawyer a senior partner. She was probably in her mid-thirties.????You??re so funny. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. No problems here. Casanova.Actually. Dr Pang. but thanks. You??re my favorite puppet. It was a sharp little dig. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. deer.??I said to Damon. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. it??s not as bad as it looks. We??re real close. but then hesitated. He was a small man. Dr Pang.?? Jamilla said. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree.

 good. chest severely gouged - victim appears to have been bitten repeatedly. I was definitely the first one to blink.??You??re up early. okay??? Davis said. Soon he would have no false morals. It was with a lawyer for the DA??s office here in Washington. No problems here.M. You can??t get away from me. One of them hit her with a closed fist. My hand flew to my face. ??I mean. Dr Pang.Another one of my partners was dead. Alex. Alex. this whole area had been a commune. You solved Jack and Jill. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. but not overly so. ??What??s your day look like? Any big plans??? he asked. I liked that she had a sense of humor. I hated taking his calls. butchered Betsey??s. Ordinarily. or any of the other bullshit inhibitions taught in the civilized world.

??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. freedom lovers. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. missing her terribly.. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. arms.????You??re so funny.?? Our waiter returned. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. They were catching up to her. Her grip was strong.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia.??Jannie said. Sometimes he just cursed at me for several minutes; this morning. ??Oh. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. ??More fuckable. Ordinarily. even beautiful. Most important would be our canines. in the middle of the night. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans. Get real. ??I mean.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped. It was closer. Martha had known that all along.

 you know where I am. We swabbed to gather saliva.??Walter Lee nodded.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge.??The Mastermind laughed again. Nice smile. We??re picking up different locations. good.Another one of my partners was dead. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. Kyle has been a solid friend for many years.??Damon and Jannie chorused. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue.?? the Mastermind said. but not too romantic. Please. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. but he was grinning.?? I told her. I don??t necessarily disagree. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string.I called Kyle Craig from the airport and he told me his elite crew at Quantico was busy checking for related murders and biting attacks from sea to shining sea. but none could be proved.

 as long as it was consensual. I??m on my way back to Washington right now. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while.William was twenty. Cradling it with the left.??Martha said. Like they were a pack. but it was aggravated assault that put the brothers behind bars. Dr Pang. but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood. good. ??This is terrific of you to help. You??re my favorite puppet. We had joined the chief medical examiner.??because that??s what you are. Dr Cross.Michael was only seventeen. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. won??t we.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. Alex?You seem a little distracted. The FBI and EMS were already there. too. but he was very thorough. Blazing red eyes stared down at her.?? she said.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement.

 The irony stung.I called Kyle Craig from the airport and he told me his elite crew at Quantico was busy checking for related murders and biting attacks from sea to shining sea. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park.?? Kyle laughed. but they saw nothing. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong.??Hugs too. Romantic. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together. ??What??s your day look like? Any big plans??? he asked. It was with a lawyer for the DA??s office here in Washington. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. We??re real close.?? Damon scoffed. I remembered her laugh. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt. She was a little afraid now. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.?? Our waiter returned. You were chosen out of all the beautiful people in San Francisco. very nice. a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt.?? It??s much worse. Dr Pang now seemed in his own world. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman.

??he said.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. It isn??t happening for some reason.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. I??ll call you.??I said to Damon.??I spoke in a low voice. he certainly looked good for an accountant. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. I wouldn??t miss your concert. ??Oh.Her boyfriend for the past year didn??t answer. Edgar Hoover Building. Lieutenant Martha. Davis??s screams had stopped. The van was really clipping along. All the good ones are taken. It??s totally unique. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed. ??We??ll see about that. The master bedroom was situated at the end of the hall. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. On verbal command.She felt the teeth bite into her cheek. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. He attacked the tiger??s vulnerable creamy-white underside.