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"We," she told hiht teaerprints on that hundred, so just et a hit on someone, a print that matches up to a suspect, new or old"

"Thanks, Judith"

He left her, and Whitney joined him as they moved off from the site and headed down the ay to the other side of the block, where he’d left his car

"You can find your way around the coht? I’ll o through the folders I have tapes froe fine," Whitney assured hiun Besides, no ht be, she wouldn’t officially be FBI if she hadn’t passed strict standards on the target range

At his apartment, he left the car in the street and walked her up to his door He h search of the place

Allison purred, standing by Whitney’s ankles as she watched hi paranoid"

He walked back to her, taking her shoulders and keeping his distance "Whitney, what the hell happened tonight?"

He saw soured out so"

Her head fell back, and she offered him a rueful smile "You won’t believe the truth," she told hi, and it registered in my subconscious mind"

"What is the truth--as you see it?" he demanded "Whitney, please, don’t lie tomoment She was almost sad when she spoke at last, as if there was no choice but to say goodbye to a loved one "There’s a ghost dog that seeed to Annie Doherty, one of Jonathan Black’s victi to help us Actually, I see the ghosts of the victi along his spine again Was it true? Was it possible? He couldn’t accept it

And yet, he’d heard the barking of the dog that night at the site, and then all the local dogs had set up howling, as if in kindred spirit

"I’h the report as quickly as I can," he said His voice sounded hollow

"You don’t believe me," she said simply

"I--I don’t knohat I believe It doesn’t matter what I believe It matters that we find the killer I’ll be back as soon as I can"

"Jude, you’re bla yourself for all this," she said "You can’t do that"

He headed for the door, and then turned back "Lock yourself in"

"You are paranoid"

"Yes There are three bolts on the front door Lock them all There’s only one bolt on each of the s, but I’ve checked theht," she said, staring at him

He looked at her for one more minute, and then he turned and headed out the door

Whitney felt as if she had been deflated She had never felt about anyone the way she felt about Jude Never It had happened so quickly, and yet, it even seemed as if she knew him as she had never known anyone before He was so intense Honorable, reasonable… She loved the way histo be patient, and she even loved it when he felt he kneas right or wrong, and bullied on in with his thoughts, opinions or actions

And now he thought that she was a crazy woht now too that every horrible twist the inning to wonder if she kept a dozen constricting snakes so pins in dolls as a pastiave herself a stern ht noas of no importance, unless it pertained to the case

She sat down at Jude’s co up the notes on Sarah Larson She found herself s sadly as she read theone through the Port Authority There had been no way to trace the woman’s movements because no one had knoho she was

She closed the file and opened the one on Jane Doe dry--the girl as still unidentified, despite the fact that her picture had run in the newspapers and on television screens How had she co?

The world could be horrible, sad and cruel!

She’d arrived at the hospital, dripping and bleeding, from massive wounds Unlike the other victims, she had been sexually assaulted She had never spoken; she’d died en route