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The first cahteen hundred hours -- a cheerful conversation between the victihing face, she thought of how that sahter was dead

The only other transuy, Eve e on screen Mid-thirties, quick smile, soulful brown eyes Jerry, the victi A lover then Maybe her true love

Eve re She located Marianna's daybook, porta-'link, and address book in the desk under theA quick scroll through the entries netted her one Jeremy Vandoren

Alone now, Eve turned back to the bed Stained sheets were tangled at the foot The clothes that had been carefully cut off the victied for evidence The apartment was silent

She let him in, Eve mused Opened the door to him Did she come in here with him voluntarily, or did he subdue her first? The tox report would tell her if there were any illegals in the bloodstream

Once he had her in the bedroo the restraints' around the short stu her out like a banquet

Then he'd cut off her clothes Carefully, no hurry It hadn't been rage or fury or even a desperate kind of need Calculated, planned, ordered Then he'd raped her, sodomized her, because he could He had the power

She'd struggled, cried out, probably begged He'd enjoyed that, fed on that Rapists did, she thought, and took several deep, steadying breaths because her mind wanted to veer toward her father

When he was done, he'd strangled her, watching, watching while her eyes bulged Then he'd brushed her hair, painted her face, draped her in festive silver garland Had he brought the hairpin with hied to her? Had she amused herself with the tattoo, or had he decorated her body himself?

Shebathroom White tile sparkled like ice, and there was a faint under-scent of disinfectant

He cleaned up here when he was finished, Eve decided Washing hi the room to remove any evidence

Well, she'd put the sweepers on it in any case One lousy pubic hair could hang him

She'd had a hed with her, ar cookies

"Sir? Lieutenant?"

Eve glanced over her shoulder, saw Peabody in the center of the hallway "What?"