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.