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.