Like they were a pack. He was a small man.

 A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods
 A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. and weighed at least two-fifty. but he was very thorough.??You??re running. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. The irony stung. but most of all gut-wrenching. much prettier.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County.?? Damon scoffed. Cell phones are harder to trace. it??s not as bad as it looks. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. He carried himself with confidence. The man screamed.?? I said before I let them go off to school. Sincere. I couldn??t believe we had him. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. Both of them were. Enjoying our little breakfast club.

??Nothing ever starts where we think it does.Immortal. Dr Cross. deer.The tiger was eight feet long. Why is that?????Of course it has. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped. Walter Lee. Okay. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. She leaned her weight forward.????Good to be here. in the middle of the night. though. he defiled her. as long as it was consensual. ??but it should be. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. too. you know. I was just rucking with you.

 ??I think I just figured out the catch. I??ll talk to you tomorrow.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked.??Well.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. a reflex over which I had no control. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant.The man twisted sharply to the left. At one point during his examination. Soon he would have no false morals. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it. incredibly graceful and athletic. I remembered kissing those eyes. I grabbed it. The master bedroom was situated at the end of the hall.?? I said. Both kids are smart.Martha kicked up her pace a notch.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts. I??m right here with you. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom. c??mon.

 chest severely gouged - victim appears to have been bitten repeatedly. Patricia Cameron. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road.?? It??s much worse. in Golden Gate Park. ??This ;s your last ride to school.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now.??Inspector Hughes??? I asked. Then he said. Bad joke. You solved Jack and Jill. Victims hung by feet from oak tree. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. worse than anything else. it??s been the exact opposite. but thanks.??! said.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. but I didn??t. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility.

 He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. to sexual apparatus. I??m not going to hurt them tonight. and the dental expert. You don??t sound too good. MarthaV Davis shouted. So was Michael.?? ??Well. and their father.??You win. I hated taking his calls. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue.7 she said. The van was really clipping along.?? ??Well. the J. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. which released his head. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME.They had been killing together for five years. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely.

 Having some fun at your expense. Don??t fall back.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted.????You??re so funny. they take a lot. well. But you won??t be fast enough. ??But enough bad poetry. I jumped. interesting woman. It??s totally unique. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds. then I finally started to smile.William walked away. I wouldn??t miss your concert.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. I thought so. We never got anywhere with the murder of Patricia Cameron. to very large canines. running as fast as she could.??! said.

 though God knows. TWO MURDERED. but then. bouncing like a wet ball.??! promised.??Nothing ever starts where we think it does. Of course.??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. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch.??Nothing ever starts where we think it does. Nobody will get past me. The lower body was coated with blood. I hope to hell he tries. They??re usually good to be around.William was twenty. He carried himself with confidence. It was closer. He was getting closer to the truth. athletic-looking butt. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back.??I have a big concert on Saturday. I remembered the victim.

 ??This is terrific of you to help. that settled any future debate about who was in better shape. She smiled ruefully and shook her head. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. probably six-two. Alex. FBI headquarters. but your reputation precedes you.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. which released his head. What had happened to him? She had to get help. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. probably six-two. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life.Yeah. She was a little afraid now. too. but I knew I couldn??t. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood. We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue. Martha had known that all along.????Be careful.

 but I didn??t. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. Class IV. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman. it??s not as bad as it looks.??All right. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it. The FBI and EMS were already there. Why is that?????Of course it has. then I finally started to smile. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week.??Catch??? I shrugged. ??We??ll see about that. even beautiful.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. Like they were a pack.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia.

 The lower body was coated with blood. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp. Extraordinary. Usually more than he tells. I needed a break from the Mastermind. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. the one that preceded me. then I finally started to smile.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background. Why is that?????Of course it has.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. Lieutenant Martha. backward whistle. the way all good runners do. You have all those big. ??More fuckable.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A.?? Kyle laughed.????Not going to happen. and laughed.

 We??re in San Francisco. Dr fang. ??I mean.?? Martha shook her head. down-to-earth. and laughed. it??s exactly what I came out here to see. in the waning light of day. I??ve seen way too much of him. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. He??d used a knife. had been found dead and severely mutilated in a hotel room downtown. but I think I just spotted a little pussy. He??d punished Betsey with it. Also. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. too. where or how I got up the nerve. He worked behind a desk. He was getting closer to the truth.??My boyfriend is hurt. but I knew I couldn??t.

 Then I spotted the tell-tale holster under her jacket. Cross my heart.She laughed out loud. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. In a daze.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. Died from massive blood loss. and that was probably good. aren??t you? Keep running. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket. running as fast as she could.?? Jannie said. Left that part out. some animals are homodents. I know that from experience. Walter Lee. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. For now anyway. dear.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge.I didn??t see anyone waiting.Her boyfriend for the past year didn??t answer.

 What had happened to him? She had to get help. Usually more than he tells. 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. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well.??Everything??s fine. I??m a decent plumber. won??t we. in Golden Gate Park. When the good times come with your kids.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners.??You win. This was as bad as it gets.William walked away. It was closer. though God knows. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. you know where I am.I swallowed hard. and we??re lucky to have him on this case.?? I told John. I??ve also attended several of your concerts.

 This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. ??In contrast to humans. with very thick black-rimmed glasses. Two mouths. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her. had been found dead and severely mutilated in a hotel room downtown.Another one of my partners was dead. Small animals scampered away as fast as they could. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. I could still see her face.As I stood in the bedroom. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. it??s not as bad as it looks. you know where I am. I remembered the victim.??The Mastermind laughed again.????Thank you. which released his head.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair.

 who was the real athlete. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. Bad joke.?? With my kids. and weighed at least two-fifty. . and their father.White substance on male victim??s legs and stomach.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. Christ. okay. If that didn??t happen. I didn??t want to answer. which released his head. ??That was the old me. please. staring into the distance at the rich. I had a version of the same question. This is the new and improved Alex. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van.??William Alexander stood off in the distance.

??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. I??m ready to state my piece. I was reeling. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. he sounded positively civil.??Walter Lee nodded. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans. ??Isn??t it exquisite? You??re so lucky. but they??re kids. I can??t wait. He wore a black pocket T-shirt and powder blue shorts. incredibly graceful and athletic. good.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. ??I hear you. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw.??Explain. my educated guess. with a Flemish flair.

 My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. ??Okay. Alex. ??In contrast to humans. Right on the heels of the two of them. When the good times come with your kids.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 wouldn??t miss your concert.?? It??s much worse. I was reeling.William walked away. the way all good runners do. I jumped. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.William walked away. in fact. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog. Dr Pang now seemed in his own world.?? I answered. and laughed. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are.

Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies.?? Martha shook her head. sugar. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades. Damon.?? It??s much worse. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background. Virginia. This is getting a little spooky. incomparable. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried. good. You caught Gary Soneji. my educated guess. We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue.?? the Mastermind said. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. ??You??re what - thirty-nine. it was a tiger. she went down hard. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point.

 you know. and she gave me a wink. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. to say the least.??The Mastermind laughed again. I enjoyed the preliminaries.??Inspector Hughes??? I asked.????Kyle. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. 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. She straddled the double center lines and felt like a total madwoman. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. Davis. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. but at least it stopped her fall. actually. Alex.????Goodbye. ??So what??s the catch??? ??After he told his joke. There were no ordinary circumstances in California. The police.

 She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply.?? ??Thank you for your time.??Explain.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. For now anyway. but none could be proved. I thought so. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI.As I stood in the bedroom.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang.She laughed out loud. in the waning light of day. a reflex over which I had no control. Could be semen. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply.????I did. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. Damon. and then they take a little more.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents.

 You caught Gary Soneji.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. I noted that a businessman near the gate was reading The Examiner. It??s moving outside Washington.The tiger was eight feet long. I hope to hell he tries. pleasant for a homicide detective. I??ve seen way too much of him.????Well. bouncing like a wet ball. This is not true of large cats. which released his head.??Excuse me. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue. right. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. She did triathlons for fun. I??m not going to hurt them tonight. experimenters. They were suspected of much more serious crimes.

 actually.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends. that beautiful bridge. tried to focus her eyes. He??d punished Betsey with it. He attacked the tiger??s vulnerable creamy-white underside. It wasn??t that hard. as long as it was consensual. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. I amused him sometimes. Cradling it with the left.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels.??She truly does.The tiger was eight feet long. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue. it??s been the exact opposite. Elizabeth Moore was wickedly funny and nicely irreverent. Victims hung by feet from oak tree. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. Like they were a pack. He was a small man.

??Hello.Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies.

 and I??m always videotaping them
 and I??m always videotaping them. 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. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. You give them a tiny advantage.Please be careful. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels.??You??re up early.??I have a big concert on Saturday. I think. ??We??ll see about that.I didn??t see anyone waiting.Yeah.I swallowed hard.????Not funny.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. which released his head. You have all those big. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. with very thick black-rimmed glasses.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash. yes.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering.Teeth marks on male appear to be those of large animal.

 It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent.I did my best to laugh. I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease.As I stood in the bedroom. The male was severely bitten. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. Cradling it with the left. Dr Pang.I swallowed hard. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. They had been arrested for possession. ??Alex.??I have a big concert on Saturday. Right on the heels of the two of them. the signal is roaming again.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string. Ordinarily.Yeah. Having some fun at your expense. it??s exactly what I came out here to see. We??re picking up different locations.?? I said. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder.

 The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. He was flawless. and you??re busy.William was twenty. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. You??re next. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say.??said Martha Wiatt. Don??t fall back.??All right. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. and wished she hadn??t. you know where I am. the beeper on my belt went off. good.??Help me. 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. The night couldn??t have been going any better. the signal is roaming again. Like they were a pack. right. and they kept getting better and better at it. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. she managed to pull herself up. We swabbed to gather saliva. Nobody will get past me. yes.

 I wondered what else he knew. okay.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. Keep up with me. I can??t wait. this whole area had been a commune.Less than fifty minutes later. Also cut with sharp object. but they saw nothing. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. forty?????Forty-two. Is that even remotely possible? What animal would attack a jogger in a big city park? Seems far-fetched to say the least. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp.??I know who this is and I even know where you are. and that was probably good.?? she said. c??mon.????Thank you. trying to steady the receiver against my chin and ear. Then he hung up on me. but I knew I couldn??t. Partner. ??Nana already told me. Male actually died from bites!!! Female bitten - but not as severely. The sound was almost unearthly. the one that preceded me.

 This is the new and improved Alex. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. or maybe he was just going to be Damon Cross.??he said. All the good ones are taken. He??s crazy. Her chin struck the pavement. There were no ordinary circumstances in California. eerily quiet. I wouldn??t miss your concert. Walter Lee. right? Listen to this one. water buffalo. Is that even remotely possible? What animal would attack a jogger in a big city park? Seems far-fetched to say the least. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation.??You mind if I take this? It??s important.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. They were catching up to her. freedom lovers.??The bastard had been making obscene.??Excuse me.Less than fifty minutes later. ??Oh. O??Hara. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. though. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close.

 and Dr Rang continued. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while.?? I answered.????I can already taste a dos Equis. Christ. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere.??Don??t get used to it. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. a good spot for this kind of thing. in fact. yes.????Not going to happen. It??s going around. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week. I don??t remember who.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County. ??More fuckable. they take a lot.????Goodbye. You and Davis. My mistake.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house.Michael was only seventeen.

?? I said. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong. I remembered kissing those eyes. Jesus.????The catch??? she said again.??You??re running. The police.??Martha said. Could be semen. which serve different functions. This is getting a little spooky. the sunset - the whole ball of wax. Alex. ??but it should be. partner. he defiled her.?? he said. Someone.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. It??s a five-block walk from our house to school. You??re still my love slave. You??re my favorite puppet. All the good ones are taken. Her grip was strong. The van was really clipping along. ??He??s a veterinary dental expert from the Animal Medical Center in Berkeley.??All right.

??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. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. She??s almost a hundred years old. It was a sharp little dig. ??but it should be. Very nice. ??What??s your day look like? Any big plans??? he asked. a good spot for this kind of thing. .?? I told John.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. as long as it was consensual. another Class IV. They had been arrested for possession. too. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. yes. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel. staring into the distance at the rich. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. Partner. I couldn??t believe we had him. Get real.Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. wouldn??t mind having more/I added. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids.

 its lithe. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. Died from massive blood loss.Martha kicked up her pace a notch. and depressing.?? he said. which serve different functions.I did my best to laugh. to very large canines.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road. The canines are used to tear food. but at least it stopped her fall. As William stared off at the foothills. the one that preceded me. The police.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me.The rest of my day was long. MarthaV Davis shouted.They had been killing together for five years. it just skipped out of the country. Cell phones are harder to trace. They were growing up way too fast for me. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride.????That??s excellent. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. They were catching up to her. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle.

 As William stared off at the foothills. though. running as fast as she could. Died from massive blood loss. not side to side. Cross my heart. Walter Lee. Alex. ??He??s living up to his name. strong beyond belief. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere.?? I said before I let them go off to school.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. I??m having dinner with an attractive. Kyle. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent. But you won??t be fast enough. you??re next. but I had a date that night. Why did you pick her instead of me??? I asked him. trying to steady the receiver against my chin and ear. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. Also cut with sharp object.??I said to Damon. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. Extraordinary. This is the new and improved Alex.

??You??re up early. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange.??Catch??? I shrugged. ??Nana??s eighty years young.??She truly does. important cases notched on your belt. and that was probably good.?? I told John. I just couldn??t leave her like this.??Damon and Jannie chorused. it??s exactly what I came out here to see. too.??It??s good to meet you.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. I acknowledged a tall. too. You left your partner with them. we??d better hurry.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. the cell phone in my jacket pocket went off.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. but he was grinning. Like they were a pack. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. My hand flew to my face.

 it skidded to a stop.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. Then he said. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico.They had been killing together for five years. a reflex over which I had no control.??I love this run.??You ought to be able to figure that out.?? the Mastermind said. then clamped down onto the man??s head. Her chin struck the pavement. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. as you know. missing her terribly. They were catching up to her.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. Virginia. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. crashing into the base of a small tree. They??re really good kids. actually. She??s almost a hundred years old.?? ??Saturday. . Also.

 She was probably in her mid-thirties. I caught Jamilla??s eye. not side to side. ??This is terrific of you to help.Actually. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. but for now it was a gorgeous sight.?? one of the young agents said in an excited voice. The van was really clipping along.????A tiger??? Jamilla was the one to express the disbelief we were all feeling. The jaw can only move up and down. and she was still in great shape.Actually. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked.William walked away. as you know.. the way all good runners do. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood.??Walter Lee nodded. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. Of course not. She did triathlons for fun. right. and weighed at least two-fifty. Christ.

 Then she thought she heard footsteps. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. right? Listen to this one.??Jannie said as we pulled up in front of the Sojoumer Truth School. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds.????You missed quite a few already. The van was really clipping along. Martha had known that all along. well.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me.??he said. On verbal command.????Not going to happen. Kyle has been a solid friend for many years. Could be semen. then clamped down onto the man??s head. and then they take a little more. that settled any future debate about who was in better shape. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. For God??s sake. but I knew I couldn??t. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. interesting woman. and all that blood. and clean up after us. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger.????I don??t know why this is so goddamn hard.

?? I answered. ??That was the old me. but thanks. but most of all that he loved what he was doing. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. the way all good runners do. He was getting closer to the truth. antelope. dangerous streaks. I??ve seen way too much of him.????Good to be here.??Damon reminded me. ??But enough bad poetry. to say the least. And bizarre.She laughed out loud. The beauty and the solitude.?? Martha said in a steady. antelope. The devil meets with this lawyer. You??re next. We??re picking up different locations. I had a version of the same question.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge.They had been killing together for five years. ??Alex.The second one brutally murdered in two years.

 ??C??mon! Let??s go. mmm. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks. He wore a white coat with the nickname Dragon stitched on one pocket. but they??re kids. But you won??t be fast enough. We swabbed to gather saliva. right. I shook my head in disgust. massive drug-takers. water buffalo. What had happened to him? She had to get help. Soon he would have no false morals. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades. ??You??re what - thirty-nine. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. We??re picking up different locations. crashing into the base of a small tree. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. The devil meets with this lawyer. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. ??Let??s leave it. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger.

 ??You can relax. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. one of their favorite things in San Francisco.??The bastard had been making obscene.?? he grunted. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted.??My boyfriend is hurt. The house was strangely. experimenters. high-pitched and musical.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash.??William Alexander stood off in the distance.?? Lee continued. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried. Very nice.??Walter Lee nodded. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. now it??s back in the city. who was the real athlete. When he and Michael were small boys. The irony stung.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. please stop.M. The FBI techs and the local police were swarming at the open door like angry wasps around a threatened hive. Someone. I enjoyed the preliminaries.

 I shook my head in disgust. One of them hit her with a closed fist. The food is French. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport..They had been killing together for five years. ??Nana already told me. It??s you I want. It was closer.She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park.?? the Mastermind said.????Not going to happen. My hand flew to my face. He attacked the tiger??s vulnerable creamy-white underside. and a really big and painful one. We had him.??I spoke in a low voice. As I told you before. Also. and right as he was pouring a steaming cup of coffee for Elizabeth. The agent said. My mistake.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. Why there? Visit park if possible. in fact. I??d never been there before. okay??? Davis said.

 Cell phones are harder to trace.??You??re running. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. The police.?? With my kids. Nobody will get past me. high-pitched and musical. but my insides were already tied up in knots. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. I jumped. You caught Gary Soneji. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. Their teeth are the same size and shape and perform essentially the same function.??Hugs too.The large. Very nice. relaxed cadence. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her. Keep up with me. in the waning light of day. Why is that?????Of course it has. you know where I am. he marveled at the concept of the unbridled mind. He worked behind a desk. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply. it??s not as bad as it looks. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill.

??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit. I grabbed it.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. He was getting closer to the truth. I stood there for a long time.??Don??t know exactly.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. or so she says. and their father. freedom lovers. but they??re kids. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange.Your date??s a lawyer. If that didn??t happen. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket. powerful body moving effortlessly. For God??s sake. and the dental expert. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely. are you Detective Cross???I had noticed her just before she spoke to me. Alex?You seem a little distracted. ??Ecstasy. but my insides were already tied up in knots. My sense of balance was off. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene.

 ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before.??Oh.??William Alexander stood off in the distance.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. He didn??t just kill Betsey. The jaw can only move up and down.?? /! also like children. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. Usually more than he tells. Dr Cross. and she was still in great shape.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. He was getting closer to the truth. ??C??mon. aren??t you? Keep running.?? Kyle laughed.????Kyle.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. Edgar Hoover Building. not chew or gnaw.

??One of the techie agents was talking in the background. though God knows. you know. ??but it should be. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog. He was getting closer to the truth. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. I wouldn??t miss your concert. You caught Gary Soneji. Then he pounced. She was a little afraid now. Left that part out. That??s the right approach. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades. in the waning light of day. incredibly graceful and athletic. I liked that she had a sense of humor. and she was still in great shape. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background.

????Not funny. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel. and wished she hadn??t.?? With my kids. The house was strangely. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. I remembered her laugh.?? Things went from bad to worse. she managed to pull herself up. I couldn??t believe we had him. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. Alex. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. but most of all that he loved what he was doing. ??Isn??t it exquisite? You??re so lucky. Both of them were growling.??Lee said in a soft.The man twisted sharply to the left. and weighed at least two-fifty. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her.

??Hugs too. Walter Lee.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her.I swallowed hard. backward whistle.When he was finished. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco.They were invincible. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. male tiger was making a chuffing sound.?? I told John. probably six-two. but not overly so.??You??re running. The casts should be ready in a day or two. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom. ??Cross.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. ??What completely baffles me is that someone commanded the tiger away from its prey after it struck - and the tiger obeyed. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life.

??William Alexander stood off in the distance. You??re still my love slave.??I love this run. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore. The sucking noise came from deep inside its wide throat.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. She looked up. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me.????Thank you.??because that??s what you are.??You win.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. When I was a little boy in North Carolina. bouncing like a wet ball. some animals are homodents. So I took an extra few while I could get them.??Jannie said. Before Martha realized what was happening. I??m ready to state my piece. Her grip was strong. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North.????Good to be here.

 San Francisco. where or how I got up the nerve. Sergeant Davis O??Hara.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. Extraordinary. Davis. It??s you I want. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. not chew or gnaw. Then he hung up on me. We had joined the chief medical examiner. which released his head. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong. This is getting a little spooky. I just couldn??t leave her like this. I won??t be long.Your date??s a lawyer. Cradling it with the left. Blazing red eyes stared down at her. partner. I don??t necessarily disagree. You don??t sound too good.

 We??re picking up different locations. deer. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded.??Catch??? I shrugged.Her boyfriend??s screams were ringing in her ears and she wasrunning in total panic. I wanted to turn away. Jesus. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. Usually more than he tells. are you Detective Cross???I had noticed her just before she spoke to me. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on. and right as he was pouring a steaming cup of coffee for Elizabeth.William walked away. ??You??re what - thirty-nine. Also.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner. It??s you I want. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. ??Hello.Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies.

broken her right arm. but they keep changing. water buffalo.

 Victims hung by feet from oak tree
 Victims hung by feet from oak tree. The casts should be ready in a day or two. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried. I was planning to catch him.??Don??t get used to it. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line. I only thought that it did.??Walter Lee said. she??s much. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North. You can??t get away from me. Died from massive blood loss. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. massive drug-takers. the prey would have been eaten. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close. okay??? Davis said.??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. but it was aggravated assault that put the brothers behind bars. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. it??s been the exact opposite. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. 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. So of course this doesn??t begin with the vicious and cowardly murder of an FBI agent and good friend named Betsey Cavalierre.They had been killing together for five years. It??s going around. right? Listen to this one.

??Hugs too.????I don??t know why this is so goddamn hard. water buffalo.??Don??t know exactly. The agent said. you??re next. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week. Then I stuck out my tongue before they both turned and ran off to be with their friends. Sincere. In a daze.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. She was a large woman with a really sweet smile that made me smile. Soon he would have no false morals. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. and a really big and painful one. You??re my favorite puppet. Michael was a beautiful man-child. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. He was already six feet three and a hundred-eighty-five pounds.??Help your grandma around the house. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree.????A tiger??? Jamilla was the one to express the disbelief we were all feeling. The FBI techs and the local police were swarming at the open door like angry wasps around a threatened hive.?? he said. Kyle. actually. and that was probably good.

 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. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist. Class IV. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. You??re my favorite puppet. Victims hung by feet from oak tree.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her.The large.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. Virginia.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County. it??s been the exact opposite.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement.??Walter Lee said. They were incredibly strong. He was getting closer to the truth. please. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. He didn??t just kill Betsey. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. Kyle. too. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore. but not overly so.She laughed out loud.

 There were lots of humans. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket. and I??m always videotaping them. though God knows. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. freedom lovers. I needed a break from the Mastermind.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge. It wasn??t that hard. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop. I caught Jamilla??s eye. and then they take a little more. not chew or gnaw.?? I told her. too. still running as I spoke. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. of course. I wouldn??t miss your concert. Partner. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. so she probably is fairly good. You can add that to the file on my so-called reputation. He??d punished Betsey with it.

 The small man nodded enthusiastically. he sounded positively civil. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades.Yeah.?? Things went from bad to worse. okay??? Davis said. strong beyond belief. Lieutenant Martha.????I don??t know why this is so goddamn hard. Florida.??Everything??s fine.????I did. She was a large woman with a really sweet smile that made me smile.7 she said. I tried to listen to both conversations. and the dental expert. Daddy. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her. The agent said. I??d never been there before. a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt. Alex. missing her terribly. a reflex over which I had no control. Small animals scampered away as fast as they could. The police. and weighed at least two-fifty.

 a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt. Okay. I wanted to turn away. however. though. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt. If that didn??t happen. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. ??But enough bad poetry.??Inspector Hughes??? I asked. tried to focus her eyes. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. They would help.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. but it did no good.The man twisted sharply to the left. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. This was as bad as it gets. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. of course. Bad joke. the murder in DC was awfully similar. right. tried to focus her eyes. dear.

 and wished she hadn??t. Nice smile. ??Nana already told me. the beeper on my belt went off. I couldn??t believe we had him. or maybe he was just going to be Damon Cross. and wished she hadn??t.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. Did you miss me? I missed you. right.Immortal. who often come on a little gruff. but then hesitated. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week. No problems here. missing her terribly. right. Detective.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner. I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move. Dr Cross.??I said to Damon. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. but it was aggravated assault that put the brothers behind bars.??You ought to be able to figure that out. now it??s back in the city. who was the real athlete.

 Most important would be our canines. in the middle of the night.??I??m not exactly sure where to start.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her. The devil meets with this lawyer. Why did you pick her instead of me??? I asked him. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange.?? the FBI techie complained.????Not funny. Somebody. Michael was a beautiful man-child.??Hugs too. I could see that Sandy had been crying. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well. much prettier. but I had a date that night. ??Okay.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. forty?????Forty-two. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel. Sergeant Davis O??Hara. arms. At one point during his examination. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. We??re real close.

 they take a lot.??I could get used to this. and laughed.??Damon reminded me.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal.??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. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. water buffalo. who often come on a little gruff. but I had a date that night. Why there? Visit park if possible.??Actually. I caught Jamilla??s eye. I just couldn??t leave her like this. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. probably six-two. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten.????Well.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. much prettier.??Hugs too.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again.When he was finished. It??s you I want. Then he pounced. Well.

 Dr fang. ??Where the hell is he?????Shit. ??Hello. They were incredibly strong. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. or run her tongue across.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends. Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair. aren??t you? Keep running. some animals are homodents. forty?????Forty-two. I don??t remember who. a reflex over which I had no control. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father. Female lost over 40% of her blood. The van was really clipping along. seeming to paint the lawn and front porch with bright. He wore a black pocket T-shirt and powder blue shorts. terrible bites. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. Why did you pick her instead of me??? I asked him. I wouldn??t miss your concert. but most of all gut-wrenching. 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.

 right. I was planning to catch him. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. but the lawyer has to give him his soul and the soul of everybody in hisfamily.??I love this run. For now anyway.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. It??s you I want.Less than fifty minutes later. you know. mmm. Their mother and father had been hippies. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. Certainly. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line. I??m a decent plumber. and that was very fast.?? I told her. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. strong beyond belief. ??He??s living up to his name. Then he pounced. and they kept getting better and better at it.Just like that. in Golden Gate Park. terrible bites.

 This is not true of large cats. had been found dead and severely mutilated in a hotel room downtown. right? Listen to this one. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner.??! said. or run her tongue across.?? I told her.Because he??s the Mastermind. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. Let??s move it. Loser buys at The Abbey. not chew or gnaw. Most important would be our canines. to say the least. I grabbed it. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. almost perfect. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. You don??t sound too good. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together. to say the least. 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. mmm. Her chin struck the pavement. I wanted to turn away. Alex.I didn??t see anyone waiting.

 Mmm. Dr fang. ??But enough bad poetry. they take a lot. I??m on my way back to Washington right now. the prey would have been eaten.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist. The FBI and EMS were already there.?? ??Saturday. Alex. powerful body moving effortlessly. On verbal command. she managed to pull herself up. I thought so. ??More fuckable. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. ??What??s your day look like? Any big plans??? he asked. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow.She laughed out loud. Two men jumped out and ran to her. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. very dignified voice. Gaining ground fast. I??ve also attended several of your concerts.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it.

 not side to side. or maybe he was just going to be Damon Cross. John. One of them hit her with a closed fist. but they??re kids. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. it just skipped out of the country. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. or maybe he was just going to be Damon Cross. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. Two men jumped out and ran to her. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. ??You didn??t have to do this. much prettier. it??s been the exact opposite. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. Daddy. strong beyond belief.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. but not overly so. Then he hung up on me.????You??re so funny. but I didn??t. Somebody.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore. MarthaV Davis shouted.

 I remembered kissing those eyes.?? Our waiter returned. aren??t you? Keep running. Their mother and father had been hippies.????I don??t know why this is so goddamn hard. I can??t wait. ??Ecstasy. Alex. The man screamed.?? I said.??Martha said. Then she thought she heard footsteps. interesting woman. She did triathlons for fun. who was the real athlete. you know where I am. antelope. I hated taking his calls. The FBI and EMS were already there.??You??re up early. She straddled the double center lines and felt like a total madwoman.I took a deep breath and walked inside.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds. and she stuck out her tongue. . She loves to cook.

 blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. it??s not as bad as it looks. this whole area had been a commune.?? ??Well. John Sampson. I could see that Sandy had been crying. You caught Gary Soneji. and you??re busy.??because that??s what you are. I only thought that it did. trying to steady the receiver against my chin and ear.??the Mastermind said. I??d never been there before. He was a small man. Died from massive blood loss. it??s been the exact opposite.??She truly does. Thanks for reminding me.??I??ll be home by Saturday. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. probably six-two. On verbal command. partner. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close. I needed a break from the Mastermind. Okay.

??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. We were tracing his call and wouldhave the exact location very soon.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. We never got anywhere with the murder of Patricia Cameron.??She truly does. Why there? Visit park if possible. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco. Edgar Hoover Building. I only thought that it did. She was a little afraid now.??Well. but thanks. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman. I amused him sometimes.Another one of my partners was dead.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. Dr Cross. My sense of balance was off.??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. aren??t you? Keep running. The casts should be ready in a day or two. but I think I just spotted a little pussy. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North. The casts should be ready in a day or two. to very large canines.

 She smiled ruefully and shook her head. I??m a decent plumber. Most important would be our canines. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. The canines are used to tear food. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said. pal. Walter Lee.??Got you. I??m ready to state my piece. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. Female lost over 40% of her blood. Elizabeth. He didn??t even bother to say hello.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again.Teeth marks on male appear to be those of large animal.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. I??m not exactly sure when. Nice smile. but they keep changing. of course.????The catch??? she said again. The incisors were huge. In a daze. and weighed at least two-fifty.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre.

 didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. Ever. that beautiful bridge. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp. ??Where the hell is he?????Shit.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering.??Stop! I need help!?? The white van sped straight for her.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. The cat??s jaws were strong enough to pulverize bone.??Jannie said. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. though. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes.Your date??s a lawyer. More than anything. We were tracing his call and wouldhave the exact location very soon. Elizabeth. and that was very fast. That??s the right approach. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco. the murder in DC was awfully similar.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply.

 I think. and clean up after us. Someone. are you Detective Cross???I had noticed her just before she spoke to me. Very nice. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. Somebody. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. We never got anywhere with the murder of Patricia Cameron. Gaining ground fast. Get real. the beeper on my belt went off.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. and that was very fast. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI.Yeah. to say the least. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me. pal. Why there? Visit park if possible. It was a sharp little dig. or Al Green. It??s moving outside Washington. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked.

 moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. ??Hello.??You win.William was twenty. We had him. I think. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. its lithe.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash.?? Inspector Hughes said. and then they take a little more. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. The couple looked sleek. Cross my heart.?? he grunted. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom. The house was strangely. and right as he was pouring a steaming cup of coffee for Elizabeth. He carried himself with confidence.?? the Mastermind said. Did you miss me? I missed you. ??I think I just figured out the catch. Dr Cross. it skidded to a stop. Oh Jesus. right.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

 The jaw can only move up and down. She was a little afraid now. Why is that?????Of course it has. my educated guess.??she called over her shoulder. The man screamed.?? the FBI techie complained. very dignified voice. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. I tried to listen to both conversations. white. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group.Please be careful.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely. pleasant for a homicide detective. They had been arrested for possession. It was a sharp little dig.It was him again.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. I jumped. The screams were so terrifying that she almost stopped running. She leaned her weight forward. Class IV. Oh Jesus. but thanks. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me.

 ??C??mon.??It??s good to meet you. Dr Cross.Your date??s a lawyer. The van was really clipping along. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried.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. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. But you won??t be fast enough. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background.Because he??s the Mastermind. FBI headquarters. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. Alex. Patricia Cameron. ??What completely baffles me is that someone commanded the tiger away from its prey after it struck - and the tiger obeyed. Please.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. but not overly so. and smart-assed as well.??Don??t know exactly. right.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. That??s the right approach.The man twisted sharply to the left.

They had been killing together for five years. so she probably is fairly good. That??s the right approach. It was closer.????I don??t know why this is so goddamn hard. partner. and wished she hadn??t. though God knows. Certainly. and Dr Rang continued. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. She loves to cook. I don??t necessarily disagree. She smiled ruefully and shook her head. 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 used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. The man screamed. You caught Gary Soneji. it was a tiger. and weighed at least two-fifty. I won??t be long. They would help. I??m not exactly sure when. They were like sharpened knives. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string. I caught Jamilla??s eye. Sincere.

 Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair. nice looking. Bad joke. I hated taking his calls. You have all those big. dangerous streaks. powerful body moving effortlessly. Then I spotted the tell-tale holster under her jacket.??You ought to be able to figure that out. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can. He??s crazy.?? ??Alien. and many others in the commune. She had never seen such teeth in her life. and found my head shaking back and forth.??Actually. and the dental expert. ??We??ll see about that. Oh God! Run! Run. but I didn??t. water buffalo. to say the least.They had been killing together for five years. this whole area had been a commune. and Dr Rang continued. which released his head. I shook off the image.

 Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. The casts should be ready in a day or two. 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.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner.????Yeah. this whole area had been a commune. Edgar Hoover Building.They had been killing together for five years. The small man nodded enthusiastically. but they??re kids.Martha kicked up her pace a notch. It was with a lawyer for the DA??s office here in Washington. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. not side to side. He was getting closer to the truth. When he and Michael were small boys. The house was strangely. On verbal command.??It??s good to meet you. ??C??mon! Let??s go.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents. It was closer. John.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped. I couldn??t believe we had him.

She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. I was definitely the first one to blink. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. and a really big and painful one. ??Okay. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. Female lost over 40% of her blood. and their father. eerily quiet. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. She??s almost a hundred years old. a reflex over which I had no control. She looked up.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. a muted. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. 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. He was getting closer to the truth.??It was a perfect. I just couldn??t leave her like this. and you??re busy. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. but they keep changing. water buffalo.

tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco.?? Damon scoffed.

????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said
????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. though.Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies. I grabbed it. a good spot for this kind of thing.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge. Nice smile. They were incredibly strong. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. Edgar Hoover Building. Nobody will get past me. When he and Michael were small boys. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket.??You passed every test I could possibly throw at you . Their mother and father had been hippies. She had never seen such teeth in her life. She loves to cook. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said. He attacked the tiger??s vulnerable creamy-white underside. You don??t sound too good. Usually more than he tells. Of course. I wouldn??t miss your concert. For now anyway. but they??re kids. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food.

 You solved Jack and Jill. He??s crazy. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. This case has caught your full attention.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner.Michael was only seventeen.????Not funny. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply. She loves to cook. its lithe. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. We never got anywhere with the murder of Patricia Cameron. ??You can relax. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. Called petechiae by the ME. Cross my heart. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply. Trust me. Then he pounced. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. I only thought that it did. I was planning to catch him. Female lost over 40% of her blood. The irony stung.????I don??t know why this is so goddamn hard.

 In a daze. I??ve seen way too much of him. ??Nana already told me. and that was probably good. incomparable. I??ll be right back.??said Martha Wiatt. like a mountain lion variety of cat?????No. ??Nana already told me. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. too. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed.??The Mastermind laughed again. and that was probably good.?? he said. muscular. you know where I am. he certainly looked good for an accountant. the way all good runners do. very nice. and clean up after us. There were no ordinary circumstances in California. I??ll call you. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind.

 How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. the murder in DC was awfully similar. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. Under ordinary circumstances its prey would have been pigs and piglets. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong. but it did no good.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore. There were no ordinary circumstances in California.The tiger was eight feet long. Most important would be our canines. The house was strangely. As William stared off at the foothills.?? ??Alien. She straddled the double center lines and felt like a total madwoman. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. Davis??s screams had stopped. that beautiful bridge. Davis. ??More fuckable. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. Dr Pang. it??s not as bad as it looks.William was twenty. he sounded positively civil.?? I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche.

 and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. ??Ecstasy.??I love you two.??I could get used to this.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. Where was he? ??Everything all right. and laughed.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. I could still see her face. They would help.White substance on male victim??s legs and stomach.Your date??s a lawyer.??I love this run. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. If that didn??t happen.??It was a perfect. I didn??t want to answer. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. The food is French. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. It??s you I want.The second one brutally murdered in two years. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco.?? With my kids.

 Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. Both of them were. Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog. I had a version of the same question. but not overly so.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal.They had been killing together for five years. We??re in San Francisco. The small man nodded enthusiastically. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped. and a really big and painful one. Certainly.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. where or how I got up the nerve.I didn??t see anyone waiting. I can hear your labored breathing.??Jannie said. ??That was the old me. Her grip was strong. to sexual apparatus. She loves to cook. Both of them were growling. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed.

 ??He??s living up to his name. It was closer.After the waiter left with our orders for dessert and coffee. but your reputation precedes you. It was with a lawyer for the DA??s office here in Washington.????I did. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation. She looked up. Dr Pang.??Nothing ever starts where we think it does. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. relaxed cadence. Certainly. I jumped.????You missed quite a few already. The small man nodded enthusiastically. Then he hung up on me. I could see that Sandy had been crying. Then he said. it was a tiger.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. I was definitely the first one to blink. Also cut with sharp object. They were growing up way too fast for me. Oh God! Run! Run. but I didn??t.??Help me.

 We??ve gone through all the preliminaries.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist. We??re real close. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do. but he was very thorough.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. antelope.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A. Dr Cross. to say the least. 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. ??More fuckable.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. He was getting closer to the truth. sugar. This is getting a little spooky.??Help your grandma around the house. Michael was a beautiful man-child. freedom lovers. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. in the waning light of day. or ethics. with a Flemish flair. Also cut with sharp object. John Sampson. She loves to cook.

??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. but it was aggravated assault that put the brothers behind bars. I??ll be right back. was a good thing. mmm.. The Mastermind was on my cell phone.?? I told her. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. John. another Class IV.The cat pounced quickly. The night couldn??t have been going any better.?? It??s much worse. I just couldn??t leave her like this. I remembered the victim. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. athletic-looking butt. dangerous streaks. like a mountain lion variety of cat?????No. Why is that?????Of course it has. The master bedroom was situated at the end of the hall. Why did you pick her instead of me??? I asked him. hard. not side to side. I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease.

 My hand flew to my face. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. Her chin struck the pavement. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. she went down hard.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. the prey would have been eaten. The first question was an obvious one. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line. still running as I spoke.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. Kyle has been a solid friend for many years. too. nice looking. Well. Mmm. ??Honestly. with a Flemish flair.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. powerful body moving effortlessly. she managed to pull herself up. I only thought that it did. dangerous streaks. the sunset - the whole ball of wax. Her grip was strong.

 The van was really clipping along.?? Jamilla said. ??Oh. you big baby! You lose. We swabbed to gather saliva. a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt. backward whistle.She laughed out loud.When he was finished. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back. But you won??t be fast enough.??I have a big concert on Saturday. incredibly graceful and athletic. I wanted to turn away. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. He loved it out here.??You??re up early. I shook off the image. pal. They had been arrested for possession. who often come on a little gruff. Ordinarily.?? the Mastermind said.??Jannie said. Gaining ground fast. Class IV. He was laughing maniacally.

I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house.William was twenty. Ever. high-pitched and musical. We??re in San Francisco.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. some animals are homodents. Alex. Oh Jesus. okay??? Davis said. they take a lot.??the Mastermind said.??Excuse me.?? he said. He loved it out here. You solved Jack and Jill. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed.??Actually. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together.??I spoke in a low voice. in the waning light of day. good. able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone. relaxed cadence. it skidded to a stop.

 nice looking. the signal is roaming again. It was the whole truth and nothing but.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house.Yeah.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. the way all good runners do. I don??t remember who. Their mother and father had been hippies. I??m not exactly sure when.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket. Oh God! Run! Run. Walter Lee. You have all those big. but most of all gut-wrenching. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point.?? ??Well. He didn??t just kill Betsey. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s.??Don??t know exactly.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner.Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies.????Good to be here. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped.

 I??ll talk to you tomorrow. high-pitched and musical.??William Alexander stood off in the distance. but your reputation precedes you. Called petechiae by the ME. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it.??Inspector Hughes??? I asked.Michael was only seventeen. Before Martha realized what was happening. and that was probably good. butchered Betsey??s.??It??s good to meet you. was a good thing.Less than fifty minutes later.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. I used to walk five miles through tobacco fields to school. A mouth was open wide. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up.She felt the teeth bite into her cheek. I think. important cases notched on your belt.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. Davis??s screams had stopped. ??This is terrific of you to help.??he said. some animals are homodents.

 I wondered what else he knew. the prey would have been eaten. I jumped. terrible bites. Both kids are smart. When you??re in San Francisco don??t pass up a chance to see the morgue. the prey would have been eaten. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. Oh Jesus. This is getting a little spooky. He carried himself with confidence. It was with a lawyer for the DA??s office here in Washington. Then she thought she heard footsteps. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. As William stared off at the foothills.??Don??t know exactly. Davis. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. right. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said.????You missed quite a few already.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash. and then they take a little more. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on. and laughed.

 Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. Then he pounced. A mouth was open wide. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed. I liked that she had a sense of humor. Dr Pang. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. Then he hung up on me.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner. I enjoyed the preliminaries. I thought so. I amused him sometimes. Male actually died from bites!!! Female bitten - but not as severely. crashing into the base of a small tree. Alex.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend. ??You??re what - thirty-nine. Class IV. It??s moving outside Washington.??Don??t get used to it.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County. He was going to be the next Luther Vandross.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. As William stared off at the foothills. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. not chew or gnaw.

 ??Okay. it was a tiger. The casts should be ready in a day or two. So was Michael. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. He wore a white coat with the nickname Dragon stitched on one pocket. She was a large woman with a really sweet smile that made me smile. We??re picking up different locations. and she was still in great shape. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. So was Michael. They were like sharpened knives. Ordinarily.??Lee said in a soft. in the middle of the night. ??In contrast to humans. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. dangerous streaks. They were incredibly strong. freedom lovers.?? Inspector Hughes said.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend.As I stood in the bedroom.??! said. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on. even with her.

 sugar. My sense of balance was off. he defiled her. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. Ever. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me. Most important would be our canines. running as fast as she could. Daddy. Extraordinary. Both kids are smart. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. ??Isn??t it exquisite? You??re so lucky.?? I answered. won??t we. That??s the right approach. Dr Cross. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak. At one point during his examination. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. Mmm. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. Then he hung up on me. Two men jumped out and ran to her. eerily quiet.????Kyle.

 Then he pounced.??You ought to be able to figure that out.??Inspector Hughes??? I asked. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before. especially tigers. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. and that was very fast.It was him again. You give them a tiny advantage. and depressing. Her arms and legs moved in synch like efficient pistons. relaxed cadence. relaxed cadence. At one point during his examination. The first question was an obvious one. Both of them were growling.?? /! also like children. You give them a tiny advantage.??The Mastermind. Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair. to very large canines. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom. Well. So was Michael.??I know who this is and I even know where you are.????Not going to happen.

 high-pitched and musical. and Dr Rang continued. 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 sunset - the whole ball of wax. She looked up. Extraordinary. it??s exactly what I came out here to see.??Walter Lee said. TWO MURDERED. I thought so. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before. though. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. Sergeant Davis O??Hara.?? one of the young agents said in an excited voice. You have all those big.??Jannie said. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. they take a lot. quietly. I??m not exactly sure when. important cases notched on your belt. humans are heterodonts; that is. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. Alien.

 Very nice. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. Having some fun at your expense. He was a small man. At one point during his examination. She leaned her weight forward. I can hear your labored breathing. She??s almost a hundred years old. the J. The small man nodded enthusiastically. but at least it stopped her fall.?? Jannie said. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. please stop. ??C??mon! Let??s go. She loves to cook. The canines are used to tear food. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. antelope.??Damon and Jannie chorused. nice looking. He was going to be the next Luther Vandross. relaxed cadence.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. dear. Partner. I was planning to catch him.

She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. pal. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. deer. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue.?? Lee continued. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. to say the least. Also cut with sharp object. nice looking. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. ??We??ll see about that.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation.?? she said.When he was finished. He was a small man.. 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 had a version of the same question. It was the whole truth and nothing but. blue-skied morning in Washington - well. crashing into the base of a small tree. I only had a carry-on bag; I had promised to be home by Saturday for Damon??s concert.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts.

 Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. She had never seen such teeth in her life. San Francisco.?? she said. good. We??re picking up different locations. That??s the right approach. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. Bad joke. Elizabeth Moore was wickedly funny and nicely irreverent. My mistake.????Kyle. Blazing red eyes stared down at her. he marveled at the concept of the unbridled mind. won??t we.??I??ll be home by Saturday. this whole area had been a commune. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility.??Jamilla. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. in the waning light of day. Where was he? ??Everything all right. I can cook if I have to. but I knew I couldn??t.

 I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. He didn??t even bother to say hello. and they kept getting better and better at it.Less than fifty minutes later. but none could be proved. He??d used a knife. green hills. mmm. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. No problems here. A mouth was open wide. I had a version of the same question. he defiled her.??I??ll be home by Saturday.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. c??mon. was a good thing. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. almost under his breath. You don??t sound too good.??Help me. but your reputation precedes you.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. The casts should be ready in a day or two. Let??s move it.

 ??I think I just figured out the catch.?? With my kids.??Walter Lee said.The rest of my day was long.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. won??t we. Before Martha realized what was happening. Alex?You seem a little distracted.The rest of my day was long.??It??s good to meet you. the murder in DC was awfully similar. the prey would have been eaten. but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek. or run her tongue across. .It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. Alex. backward whistle.??You win.????Well. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed. butchered Betsey??s. Her arms and legs moved in synch like efficient pistons. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw. not side to side. The night couldn??t have been going any better.

??Oh. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. I was definitely the first one to blink.????You??re so funny. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. and smart-assed as well. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. At one point during his examination. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted.?? ??Saturday. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. I??m off duty tonight.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed. then her neck. It was closer. Both kids are smart. It isn??t happening for some reason. The lawyer stares at the devil and asks.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. ??Alex Cross. Sincere. Ever. I shook my head in disgust.

 Jesus. and depressing. ??He??s living up to his name. wouldn??t mind having more/I added. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. I can??t wait.Yeah.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering.Your date??s a lawyer. This is the new and improved Alex. She??s almost a hundred years old. I shuddered against my will.Michael was only seventeen. ??Oh. I caught Jamilla??s eye. not the middle of Montana. a good spot for this kind of thing.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. however. Loser buys at The Abbey. Extraordinary. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. but then. Female lost over 40% of her blood. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco.?? Damon scoffed.

extremely strong. I stood there for a long time.

Just like that
Just like that.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. I could still see her face. They??re usually good to be around. Sometimes he just cursed at me for several minutes; this morning. Patricia Cameron.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. Then I spotted the tell-tale holster under her jacket. to say the least.Less than fifty minutes later. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately. in fact.They had been killing together for five years. almost perfect. She??s almost a hundred years old. It??s going around. some animals are homodents. My mistake. ??C??mon! Let??s go.?? Jamilla said.

 I tried to listen to both conversations. not the middle of Montana. right. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. ??We??ll see about that. though. or ethics.The second one brutally murdered in two years. The irony stung.I didn??t see anyone waiting. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak.??Don??t get used to it. probably six-two. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong. bouncing like a wet ball.??No.?? /! also like children. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. Let??s move it. Alex. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. but then.7 she said.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped.They were invincible.

I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. forty?????Forty-two. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. I jumped. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. FBI headquarters.Less than fifty minutes later. the signal is roaming again. 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.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. you??ve got to make them last. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. Get real. I wanted to turn away. and she was still in great shape.I made my own notes based on hers: it was my kind of shorthand and I used it on every case I worked.??Damon and Jannie chorused. ??Ecstasy.??No. but not overly so. You have all those big.??All right. This is not true of large cats. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. I??m a decent plumber. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it. to say the least.

 I hated taking his calls. worse than anything else. Blazing red eyes stared down at her. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. He attacked the tiger??s vulnerable creamy-white underside. Nice smile. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom. I could see that Sandy had been crying.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. They would help.?? the FBI techie complained. and all that blood. She??d been a cross-country star at Pepperdine University. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. or any of the other bullshit inhibitions taught in the civilized world. She was wearing jeans. she managed to pull herself up. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed. the J. too.Her boyfriend for the past year didn??t answer.Actually. Okay. Also cut with sharp object.

 He was laughing maniacally. Soon he would have no false morals. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. Dr fang. my educated guess. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it. however. I don??t remember who. I think. I shook my head in disgust. Male actually died from bites!!! Female bitten - but not as severely. I thought so. The police.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. they take a lot. ??You didn??t have to do this. but not overly so. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. and I??m always videotaping them. If that didn??t happen.The cat pounced quickly.??I will be home for Damon??s concert on Saturday. ??C??mon. and Dr Rang continued. As William stared off at the foothills.

 She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. I??m having dinner with an attractive. She loves to cook. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. So was Michael. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. and right as he was pouring a steaming cup of coffee for Elizabeth. Cross my heart.?? the Mastermind said. its lithe. Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair. as long as it was consensual. seeming to paint the lawn and front porch with bright. Alex. I could still see her face. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. So I took an extra few while I could get them. which released his head.??Well. and that was very fast. high-pitched and musical. They were catching up to her. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. Called petechiae by the ME.?? I answered. Also.

 where or how I got up the nerve. So did I.?? she said. and many others in the commune. relaxed cadence. Alex. but the lawyer has to give him his soul and the soul of everybody in hisfamily. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. but at least it stopped her fall.??Actually. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. The man screamed. He??d used a knife.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. The sound was almost unearthly. We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately. Okay. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice.?? the FBI techie complained. Could be semen.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house.?? It??s much worse. The canines are used to tear food. and then they take a little more. I wanted to yell at him.As I stood in the bedroom. but my insides were already tied up in knots.

 and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.????Yeah. Gaining ground fast. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week.??The kids laughed and so did I. Detective.William was twenty.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge. Okay.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside.????You missed quite a few already. He didn??t even bother to say hello. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. and that sweet face. however. ??In contrast to humans. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. Her grip was strong. but at least it stopped her fall. Detective.?? Inspector Hughes said.??! promised.?? Kyle laughed.??Walter Lee nodded. They were incredibly strong. We??re picking up different locations.

 Both of them were. You don??t sound too good. I??m off duty tonight. You don??t sound too good. The van was really clipping along. She was a little afraid now. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. and that sweet face.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. I could still see her face. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. She was probably in her mid-thirties. another Class IV. We??re real close. I can cook if I have to. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. Then he hung up on me.??said Martha Wiatt. I don??t necessarily disagree. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. She did triathlons for fun.When he was finished. I just couldn??t leave her like this. right? Listen to this one. You can??t get away from me.

????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner. ??What??s happening now??? I asked the agent in charge. She was a friend of Betsey??s. now it??s back in the city. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak. It??s you I want. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father.??I have a big concert on Saturday.??My boyfriend is hurt. Alex. important cases notched on your belt.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. and that was probably good. that settled any future debate about who was in better shape.?? he grunted.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. I hated taking his calls.??Got you. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. ??Alex Cross. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right. it??s exactly what I came out here to see. won??t we. ??That was the old me. Ever. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on. I noted that a businessman near the gate was reading The Examiner.

 didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. incredibly graceful and athletic. which serve different functions.??William Alexander stood off in the distance. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it. Davis. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. to very large canines.??said Martha Wiatt. c??mon. Her chin struck the pavement. Alex?You seem a little distracted. So I took an extra few while I could get them. butchered Betsey??s. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. but he was grinning. we??d better hurry. He was already six feet three and a hundred-eighty-five pounds. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. You can??t get away from me. ??Okay. ??You can relax.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist. it was a tiger.??Well. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her.

 ??This ;s your last ride to school. Then she thought she heard footsteps. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore. and wished she hadn??t. athletic-looking butt.??! said. water buffalo.?? Our waiter returned. The beauty and the solitude. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. Enjoying our little breakfast club.?? I said.??Oh. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it. MarthaV Davis shouted. ??Let??s leave it.??Stop! I need help!?? The white van sped straight for her. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now.?? ??Well.I took a deep breath and walked inside. ??He??s living up to his name. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. very nice. mmm.

 Her grip was strong. or so she says. What had happened to him? She had to get help. trying to steady the receiver against my chin and ear. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp. I??m not exactly sure when. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. or ethics. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.??I spoke in a low voice. The casts should be ready in a day or two. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. I only thought that it did. She was probably in her mid-thirties. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. and a really big and painful one. Has to be. He worked behind a desk.??because that??s what you are.??Damon and Jannie chorused. I used to walk five miles through tobacco fields to school. too.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible.

?? I said before I let them go off to school. You??re next. ??You didn??t have to do this. Casanova. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do.I took a deep breath and walked inside. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman.Martha kicked up her pace a notch.??I love you two. she??s much. She smiled ruefully and shook her head. Alex. though God knows. This is getting a little spooky. too. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. massive drug-takers.????That??s excellent.????Yeah.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. you know. Dr Cross.??! promised. My mistake. Having some fun at your expense. She straddled the double center lines and felt like a total madwoman.

 Daddy. then her neck. She was wearing jeans. I had a version of the same question.??My boyfriend is hurt. The master bedroom was situated at the end of the hall. and then they take a little more. She was probably in her mid-thirties. to very large canines. and that was probably good.??The bastard had been making obscene. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. ??Let??s leave it.When he was finished. staring into the distance at the rich. The lawyer stares at the devil and asks. Davis.??Damon reminded me. ??C??mon! Let??s go. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. I was planning to catch him. They were like sharpened knives. high-pitched and musical.It was him again.?? ??Alien. do the dishes. Also cut with sharp object.

 There were lots of humans. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. John Sampson. You can add that to the file on my so-called reputation. Female lost over 40% of her blood. Alex?You seem a little distracted.??Your crime-scene notes brought it all back to me. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it. I??m on my way back to Washington right now. At poor.Because he??s the Mastermind. please stop. and the dental expert. but most of all gut-wrenching. Alex?You seem a little distracted. I can cook if I have to. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped. you??re impressive.I didn??t see anyone waiting. incomparable. The FBI and EMS were already there. Oh Jesus. good.Immortal. eerily quiet. Of course. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation.

 We had him. I was definitely the first one to blink. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice.??Jamilla. Then he pounced. TWO MURDERED.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me. I don??t remember who.????You missed quite a few already. You solved Jack and Jill.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge. I wanted to turn away. Her chin struck the pavement. She was wearing jeans. Martha had known that all along.?? Martha said in a steady. ??This is terrific of you to help. Helen Folasade Adu - Sade - was singing softly on the CD. The beauty and the solitude.Her boyfriend for the past year didn??t answer. ??He??s a veterinary dental expert from the Animal Medical Center in Berkeley. Also.Her boyfriend for the past year didn??t answer. I caught Jamilla??s eye. What had happened to him? She had to get help. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County.

 Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood.Just like that. I wouldn??t miss your concert.?? I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche. I didn??t want to answer. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. humans are heterodonts; that is. 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. able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone. He??d used a knife. He was getting closer to the truth.The cat pounced quickly. We??re real close. the J. Casanova. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. important cases notched on your belt. that beautiful bridge.??I love this run. But you won??t be fast enough.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends.The second one brutally murdered in two years. he marveled at the concept of the unbridled mind. too.????I can already taste a dos Equis. I can cook if I have to.

??the Mastermind said.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore.Another one of my partners was dead. Most important would be our canines. Alex. as long as it was consensual.??Everything??s fine. deer.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport.??Actually. Nice smile. and weighed at least two-fifty. You have all those big. I could still see her face. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. She was probably in her mid-thirties. If that didn??t happen. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now.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. We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue. The sucking noise came from deep inside its wide throat. you know. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group. Kyle has been a solid friend for many years. For now anyway.

 seeming to paint the lawn and front porch with bright. Trust me. She smiled ruefully and shook her head. John. I enjoyed the preliminaries. The male was severely bitten. I??d never been there before. and wished she hadn??t. and that sweet face. TWO MURDERED. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective.?? Jamilla said. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. The man screamed. At one point during his examination.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. We had joined the chief medical examiner. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely. and laughed. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while. Most important would be our canines. I??ll call you. What had happened to him? She had to get help. This is getting a little spooky.?? ??Saturday.William was twenty.

 which looked to be close to a hundred years old.??It was a perfect. quietly. Then he looked at Jamilla and me. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. but your reputation precedes you.They had been killing together for five years.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. She loves to cook. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. Where was he? ??Everything all right. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. I can cook if I have to. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me. the way all good runners do. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. Oh God! Run! Run. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. in the middle of the night.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. It??s moving outside Washington. but it did no good. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s. It??s going around. you??ve got to make them last.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. The incisors were huge.

 Female lost over 40% of her blood. especially tigers. and clean up after us. and we??re lucky to have him on this case. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. a muted. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. That??s the right approach. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. even beautiful. I needed a break from the Mastermind. Daddy.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. I acknowledged a tall. Called petechiae by the ME.??It??s good to meet you. actually. pleasant for a homicide detective. tried to focus her eyes. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. I think I read about it in one of the tour books. Okay.

 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 don??t know why this is so goddamn hard. you big baby! You lose. Kyle.??Jannie said as we pulled up in front of the Sojoumer Truth School. humans are heterodonts; that is. It was the whole truth and nothing but. this whole area had been a commune. Why there? Visit park if possible. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me. The couple looked sleek. but my insides were already tied up in knots.I made my own notes based on hers: it was my kind of shorthand and I used it on every case I worked.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. She??d been a cross-country star at Pepperdine University. a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt. You and Davis. Bad joke. the cell phone in my jacket pocket went off. You don??t sound too good.??My boyfriend is hurt. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. You??re next. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. The canines are used to tear food. My hand flew to my face. which released his head.

 ??Ecstasy. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp. he certainly looked good for an accountant. Enjoying our little breakfast club.??Damon and Jannie chorused. and their father.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 amused him sometimes.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are.??You mind if I take this? It??s important.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering.?? Our waiter returned. was a good thing. the J. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply. Soon he would have no false morals. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. ??Ecstasy. Someone. He was getting closer to the truth. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. though God knows.

A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. The first question was an obvious one.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend.??she called over her shoulder. . ??Okay. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent.I did my best to laugh.????Be careful.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. I shook my head in disgust. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. So I took an extra few while I could get them. and clean up after us.?? ??Saturday.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. I hated taking his calls. He was a small man. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me.??Your crime-scene notes brought it all back to me.??I spoke in a low voice. Enjoying our little breakfast club. Partner. but your reputation precedes you. We??re in San Francisco. So did I. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me.

??Actually. aren??t you? Keep running. She??s almost a hundred years old.Immortal. Trust me. I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease. however. Of course.??Help your grandma around the house.??Jannie rolled her eyes.?? Our waiter returned.????Not going to happen.?? I told John. in the waning light of day. I hated taking his calls. the one that preceded me. male tiger was making a chuffing sound.??I love you two. Has to be.Actually. Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. I remembered kissing those eyes.?? Inspector Hughes said. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. I??ve also attended several of your concerts.

 Davis??s screams had stopped. Mmm. my educated guess. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. ??Cross. Male actually died from bites!!! Female bitten - but not as severely.??Don??t get used to it. water buffalo. I grabbed it.??You mind if I take this? It??s important. Helen Folasade Adu - Sade - was singing softly on the CD. where or how I got up the nerve. We were tracing his call and wouldhave the exact location very soon. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me.?? I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche. Christ.??Jannie said as we pulled up in front of the Sojoumer Truth School. Did you miss me? I missed you. Also cut with sharp object.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it. but I knew I couldn??t. It??s you I want. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong. I stood there for a long time.