page8 (1/2)

ed replica of the crime scene And that was the trouble

He sighed and ran both hands through his hair for the tenth tis lay on top of each of the pictures of an object that had been on the altar A bag corresponded with each of the forensic photographs, but not with Saria's The difference was put down to Saria being an a rattled Saria for long, and she was surrounded by her brothers and Drake, ere allcrimes Her as impeccable--which meant someone had added an object between the tirapher had taken them

He studied the pictures of the altar as a whole Rocks forround Not just any rocks Each rock was somewhat flat, oval in shape, and had been placed precisely one inch from the next He knew because he'd measured the distance several times How could a killer be so absolutely precise? Did he carry a daood that his measurements weren't off at all, not by so much as a hair?

The ht in the exact middle of the altar, but in the front Remy was certain, if the same held true from the last murders, they would find out the oil was baby oil He even knew the brand Trying to track that down had been a dead end The murderer had chosen the most popular brand of baby oil A black candle was tied to each of the fingers of the hand and had been burned

Three inches directly behind the hand and in the exact center of the altar was a bowl of the victih of course they'd try Unfortunately, anyone could buy that particular brand of picnic supply at any store The boas always filled with precisely one pint of blood How did the killer get the a question

Behind the bowl, again three inches exactly, was the victim's heart, offered up like some damned sacrifice Scattered around the altar were objects clearly taken froed man's tree, a shell, three different types of feathers as well as leaves froht there at the crime scene None of it had been carried in by the killer and not one thing on the altar held a print

But there was the length of the candles in Saria's picture They had burned an inch, if he judged it correctly, and there was only the bowl of blood In the forensic photographer's photograph, the candles appeared to have burned a little longer, not that precise inch, although it was difficult to tell A knotted string lying half in, half out of the bowl of blood was not in Saria's picture Not in the ones of the entire altar and not in the ones of just the bowl of blood that she had taken There were close-ups Perfectly clear pictures Nowhere was that srapher took the pictures several hours after her

How long had it taken Saria and Bijou to ht a generator and lights to the crime scene He'd had to retrieve those ite? Had he watched Saria taking pictures of the crime scene and then finished his ceremony? Bijou had been there as well How close to both women had he been?

Saria and Bijou had to have interrupted the ritual ceremony the killer was compelled to conduct after eachthat he'd stayed concealed in the swamp and then, after the women left, he'd finished his ritual That was the only answer to the discrepancy between the photographs

His heart reacted to his conclusions, going a little crazy at the thought of either Saria or Bijou so close to a vicious serial killer He wiped his hand over his suddenly dryto have to try to talk to Saria whether she liked it or not and try to point out that not only had her life been in danger, but her friend had been in jeopardy as well

The killer had balls He'd proved that enough ti the bones and then conducting his bizarre ritual where others could come up on him at any time The fact that he could be discovered didn't seem to faze the killer at all

Re it with the forensic photographer's picture Theof all was the altar contained no blood spatter whatsoever Not on any of the objects, so Remy was certain the altar was constructed after theof bones took place ButRele drop of blood on the ground inside the altar The scene was round where the altar had been constructed

"He covered it," he said aloud "He had to have covered the ground where he was going to make his altar He didn't want any blood spatter on his precious altar"

Re the killer Even the photos and the files that the FBI had sent fro He had no idea if anything on the altar was significant It appeared to be a voodoo ritual, but if it was, it was like none he'd come across in all his years there in the bayous Voodoo was a part of his community and he respected it and those who practiced it Whatever the killer was doing had nothing to do with the voodoo he knew

He smelled lavender and almost before the scent could coh the bull pen A lohistle had hi a quick leap and his cock jerking at that now familiar scent

Bijou walked through the bull pen, turning heads as she made her way toward hied her curves lovingly and a siant as she was Her thick cloud of hair was pulled back in a long intricate braid, but tendrils had escaped and curled around her face, drawing attention to her bone structure, flawless skin, beautiful eyes and fantasy mouth

Remy swore under his breath Did she have to be so damned sexy? Couldn't she walk like a normal wo at her, but her hips swayed and she had that little smile fixed on her face thatwith his heart She was truly breathtaking He couldn't bla, but he didn't have to like it--and his leopard hated it The beast raked and clawed and snarled Bijou Breaux certainly brought out the aniot close

He shook his head and stood up He knew that little smile that never quite reached her eyes She looked like hty, elusive and colued to hi hiht charging to the rescue when she didn't even know she needed rescuing