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She frowned "What did I see? A an, and he couldn’t tell whether she saw anger or appreciation in his eyes "Absolutely nothing that could help us with the here and now I saw a o, and the uess what I saas a residual haunting No blood--the poor woet back to e’re actually dealing with Dead women Corpses du you have ent Crow?"

He nodded "I’m set up at the police station, about a o there and you can see how far we’ve gotten To local law enforceet started"

"Whoa, Agent Crow I haven’t agreed to be part of this teaan reminded him

Crow raised one shoulder "You don’t want to see e have?" he asked

Logan let out a deep breath

Of course he did This was happening in his city, and Jackson Crow had been right about one thing--he had to be in law enforcement

He had to be involved

And since he’d seen the pictures of the re hireen eyes, and he wondered if she felt the saency he did The same need to know, despite the risks

"Ready when you are," he said quietly

Chapter Three

This is not going to work! Kelsey thought

Jackson Crow seeh, like a an Raintree seemed almost hostile Except that he’d pitched in with inforhorn and he’d also risen to her defense when Crow had been ha away about what she’d seen at the inn Still, it was pretty obvious that he didn’t want to be a member of any team, and if he wasn’t part of the team--was there a team? There would be a task force, she supposed Now that the FBI had become aware of the number of corpses, there’d have to be The fact that a serial killer was suspected of targeting the area was bound to become known, and the public would de inside her wanted to recoil And soo and look at the available evidence

So she went She had certainly seen violence and death as a US Marshal Gun battles happened on the open sea when drug traffickers found theed out of the Gulf and the Atlantic She’d seen the ugly side of human nature Despite that, the murders of the women seemed far more horrific than the cold and impersonal violence she most frequently witnessed Cocaine dealers shot their rivals and their enemies--people orked for the law

True, she’d found those bones in Key West…And because she had, the victim had been identified, and a family had learned the sad truth

She forced herself to appear cool, professional, stoic as they reached the police station and passed through the outer areas, where petty offenders were being booked San Antonio was not without its share of prostitutes and thieves, and a nu with traffic offenders and others brought in by the police for their various misdeeds But Jackson Crow barely noticed thean through a hallway to a large roolass Within that roo, forty-inch computer screen, a small lab area, a board with e coffeepot and a serator and microwave oven It was almost its own little fortress

This could be her place For now at least

A man sat at one of the desks, but rose when they all entered He was tall and striking in a lanky, easy way, and was quick to shake their hands when Jackson introduced him as Jake Mallory On Jackson’s own team, he was adept with cauitar

"Only one an pointed out

"I told you," Jackson Crow said "We’re stretched too thin There’s been a murder at an old hotel in DC Soan Raintree merely nodded

"So what do you have?" Kelsey asked Jake Mallory

"You’ve given them the information about Chelsea Martin and Tara Grissoain, Crow nodded Jake sat at his coainst the far wall came to life "That’s Chelsea Martin on the left, Tara Grissoht," he said "Both photos were taken a fewa person worked in law enforcee of a young woman in life--and to kno that life had ended Chelsea Martin had huge blue eyes and dark brown hair Tara Grissoreen eyes Chelsea’s face had been round, while Tara’s was sli The close-up had been cropped, and it looked as if her face had been taken from a picture with kids in it She’d presumably had her arht Tara’s picture had probably been a publicity photo, because it had a neutral background and she s wo with six we have yet to identify," Jake said "The killer isn’t going for a particular look, or not that we can pin down from these two, at any rate One’s a brunette, the other a blonde One was pluh we haven’t identified the other remains, there’s hair on most of them, or remnants of hair, and the colors vary" He cleared his throat "I was listening to Chelsea’s last phone conversation when you arrived"