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.