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I put my cell away and then waited,the bay and what the FBI sex criot there

I hoped Spencer hadn't the chance to let people know to take out the trash I hoped to be able to do that myself, or at least help It would be a real shame if ent into the cabin and found it had been wiped clean

I showed up at the cabin on time, only to find a police barricade about half a block on either side of the location A cop stood with his hands on his hips, guarding the perimeter

"This area is closed to traffic," the cop said

"Hunter Saint," I replied "I'ent Millar"

He spoke into the mike on his shoulder and waited for a response He nodded and then gestured to the cabin

"He's expecting you Go ahead"

I ducked under the yellow police tape and made my way up the drive to the front door It was open, and a blue-jacketed FBI Special Agent eed with a box I expected it was filled with tapes or other evidence

He nodded to me and I went in the front entrance Millar met me at the door and handed me some blue paper booties

"Put these on We don't want you to conta"

I slipped the paper booties on and followed him to the base for prints and taking photos of the set up used toa fluorescent light on the sink in the tiny bathroo for evidence of blood

"We got a boatload of evidence," Millar said, standing in the center of the room, his hands on his hips "We have you to thank, so thanks"

I glanced around, feeling satisfied that they'd be able to bring Spencer doith all the evidence he and his fellow perverts left behind

"I'd love to be with you when you arrest him"

"We'll have to process this evidence and then h to take him in, but yeah Since you tipped us off to this place, I' with the team You like this kind of work?"