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"Nothing yet, buton it If there&039;s a blood stain anywhere, they&039;ll find it"

"Except if he&039;s as good at killing as I suspect, then there&039;s not going to be any evidence at his ho, Sam?"

"He kills at the theater, Detective You know that, I know that He kills and drains and bottles his victims&039; blood all at the theater"

"A blood factory"

"Or a slaughtering house A hu house"

"Jesus, Sam" Sherbet paused "Then why not destroy the bodies there?"

"Maybe he does Or maybe he usually does Maybe he ran out of rooame"

"Jesus, Sam I&039;m too old for this shit"

"We have to stop hiain, said, "We&039;ve got another ht A fe class at Fullerton College two nights ago"

"She&039;s there," I said, with a surety that wasn&039;t psychic It was ator&039;s instincts "The son-of-a-bitch has her And my bet is she&039;s soo in there, Sam"

"Perhaps you can&039;t, but I can"

"Sam, wait"

"What?"

He exhaled loudly and if I truly wanted to I could have followed his entire train of thought Instead, I gave him his privacy, let hiain, he said, "I&039; with you"

"Welcome aboard, Detective"