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The headache had started Evie leaned back against the seat and watched Sixth Avenue fly by from the police car’s s Down a side street, several boys played stickball, blissfully unaware She hoped they’d stay that way for a long time In the front seat, Officer Malloy scribbled in his notebook The scratching made her head hurt all thethe song she’d heard in the Te ti? What is it?"

"Naughty John, Naughty John, does his ith his apron on," Malloy sang "Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ’e it onThey’d say Naughty John would coet you if you didn’t behave"

"Who?"

"Naughty John John Hobbes A grave robber, con man, and killer He kept people’s bones in his house, an old mansion uptown"

"Do you think he could be behind these killings?"

Malloy’s s "Not likely, Miss O’Neill"

"Why not?"

Malloy stopped writing and looked her in the eyes "Because John Hobbes is dead, and has been for nearly half a century"

NAUGHTY JOHN

Evie followed Will into thein her head "I heard that song with Ruta Badowski’s buckle, and again today with Eugene Meriwether’s ring"

"Didn’t I specifically ask you not to do that very thing--"

"What if there’s some sort of connection we’ve missed? What if our killer has patterned hihty John person?"

"You’re basing your assu known to be associated with a murderer!"

"That’s rather a questionable hunch to go on…"

Jericho and Saone awry

"What is this about?" Jericho said at the same ti?"

Will and Evie ignored the

"Would you touch a dead ed