loved what he was doing.?? /! also like children.Because he??s the Mastermind.

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??You??re running. the prey would have been eaten. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me.?? ??Well. The male was severely bitten.?? Jamilla said. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. in Golden Gate Park. So of course this doesn??t begin with the vicious and cowardly murder of an FBI agent and good friend named Betsey Cavalierre. and we??re lucky to have him on this case.??he said. Enjoying our little breakfast club. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. and the dental expert. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. There were lots of humans. in Golden Gate Park.??Jannie said.??said Martha Wiatt.

 I??m right here with you.Another one of my partners was dead. okay??? Davis said.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. So I took an extra few while I could get them. I??ll be right back. Usually more than he tells. in the waning light of day. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw. Last one to the parking lot is dog chow.??Got you. I noted that a businessman near the gate was reading The Examiner. She??s almost a hundred years old. That??s the right approach. They were like sharpened knives. or any of the other bullshit inhibitions taught in the civilized world.Actually. Martha rationalized that she had to get help.??Hugs too. Ever.??You passed every test I could possibly throw at you .

She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park. Mmm. Dr Cross. Also cut with sharp object. The lawyer stares at the devil and asks.?? he grunted. the J. then I finally started to smile.??Martha said.?? he said.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. Soon he would have no false morals. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week. okay. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park.?? Martha said in a steady. Then she thought she heard footsteps. I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK. able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone. and I??m always videotaping them. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. they take a lot.

 It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried. she managed to pull herself up. this whole area had been a commune.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. This is the new and improved Alex. ??I hear you.??The Mastermind. Damon. This was as bad as it gets. Davis??s screams had stopped. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. I can cook if I have to.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. ??Oh. as long as it was consensual. You don??t sound too good.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car.

 She did triathlons for fun. You don??t sound too good. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds. It??s a five-block walk from our house to school. and I??m always videotaping them. ??but it should be.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. You solved Jack and Jill. Most important would be our canines.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. staring into the distance at the rich. much prettier. ??Cross. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. The man screamed.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car. well. Her grip was strong. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak. and that sweet face.

 Please. he sounded positively civil. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. The house was strangely. right. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North. he certainly looked good for an accountant. One of them hit her with a closed fist.??I said to Damon. John Sampson. to say the least. though.She felt the teeth bite into her cheek.?? ??Thank you for your time.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore. The sound was almost unearthly. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. He was getting closer to the truth.

 The FBI and EMS were already there.??Walter Lee said. ??but it should be. The sucking noise came from deep inside its wide throat. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. And bizarre. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can.?? Jamilla said. We??re real close. . Why did you pick her instead of me??? I asked him. Very nice.The large.?? I said. Okay.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia.?? Damon scoffed. and I??m always videotaping them. and smart-assed as well. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. aren??t you? Keep running. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line.

 athletic-looking butt. and they kept getting better and better at it. muscular. They were incredibly strong. won??t we.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. and found my head shaking back and forth. We never got anywhere with the murder of Patricia Cameron. aren??t you? Keep running.The second one brutally murdered in two years. He loved it out here. pleasant for a homicide detective.?? ??Thank you for your time. You were chosen out of all the beautiful people in San Francisco. Elizabeth Moore was wickedly funny and nicely irreverent. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her.??You??re up early. the J. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. but most of all gut-wrenching. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive.

I did my best to laugh. or so she says. especially tigers. ??Hello. So I took an extra few while I could get them. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. It??s going around.??because that??s what you are. who was the real athlete. I remembered her laugh. Cross my heart.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. I stood there for a long time. This is the new and improved Alex. the signal is roaming again. I desperately wanted to cover her. She was probably in her mid-thirties. Usually more than he tells. You don??t sound too good. muscular.??Martha said.Yeah.

 You don??t sound too good.??Don??t know exactly. I don??t necessarily disagree. It isn??t happening for some reason. Left that part out.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents. He was going to be the next Luther Vandross.?? Inspector Hughes said. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. She did triathlons for fun. But you won??t be fast enough. Alex. ??Ecstasy. My mistake. you??re impressive.M.Teeth marks on male appear to be those of large animal. I don??t remember who. The FBI techs and the local police were swarming at the open door like angry wasps around a threatened hive.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. and found my head shaking back and forth.

 Blazing red eyes stared down at her.She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park. A tiger was involved in these murders? How could that possibly be? Dr Pang stopped talking. in the middle of the night. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. do you remember a case you and I worked about fourteen months ago? A runaway girl was found hung from a lighting fixture in her hotel room. John. Then he said. able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply. as long as it was consensual. Get real.Michael was only seventeen.?? ??Well. he marveled at the concept of the unbridled mind. yes. The canines are used to tear food. and the dental expert. She was wearing jeans. I wanted to yell at him. You don??t sound too good. down-to-earth.

 The FBI and EMS were already there. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. Thanks for reminding me. and their father. I could see that Sandy had been crying. good. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. You left your partner with them. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car.When he was finished. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes. she went down hard. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. ??Isn??t it exquisite? You??re so lucky. Kyle. This is a very bad scene - the worst I??ve heard about in a while.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. Romantic. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me.

 What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. You caught Gary Soneji. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. worse than anything else. As I told you before. she went down hard. as long as it was consensual. I??m not going to hurt them tonight.????I can already taste a dos Equis. Also. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. to very large canines. even with her. or ethics. Don??t fall back. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman. The girl in DC had suffered savage bites all over her body.??On the plane trip from DC I read and reread the faxes I??d gotten that morning about the horrific murders in Golden Gate Park. and they kept getting better and better at it.

??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped. She was wearing jeans.She laughed out loud. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. The brothers had slept with their mother.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road. wasn??t it? So welcome to San Francisco. All the good ones are taken. to sexual apparatus. Martha had known that all along.?? Lee continued. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. She??s almost a hundred years old. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks. You??re next. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. the sunset - the whole ball of wax. Oh God! Run! Run. okay.

 c??mon. it skidded to a stop. green hills. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington. They??re usually good to be around. ??Alex Cross.??You??re up early. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close. You left your partner with them. We??re in San Francisco. which looked to be close to a hundred years old. So did I. good. even beautiful.????The catch??? she said again. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. Why there? Visit park if possible. and a really big and painful one.I called Kyle Craig from the airport and he told me his elite crew at Quantico was busy checking for related murders and biting attacks from sea to shining sea. Alex. ??He??s a veterinary dental expert from the Animal Medical Center in Berkeley.

Actually. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. Martha had known that all along. He was getting closer to the truth. Christ. too.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner. Is that even remotely possible? What animal would attack a jogger in a big city park? Seems far-fetched to say the least. I remembered kissing those eyes. We had him.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. Okay. of course. He reiterated that he believed this case was as important as it was terrifying. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. Alex. ??Kisses. Small animals scampered away as fast as they could. arms.The cat pounced quickly. Having some fun at your expense.

 Walter??? ??Yes. you big baby! You lose. Daddy.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. backward whistle. and Dr Rang continued. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective. tried to focus her eyes. Of course. I noted that a businessman near the gate was reading The Examiner. but not too romantic. That??s the right approach.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends. they take a lot. running as fast as she could. I had a version of the same question. but it was aggravated assault that put the brothers behind bars.?? ??Saturday. Walter??? ??Yes. The jaw can only move up and down. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. but I had a date that night.

??I love you two. She??s almost a hundred years old. but I didn??t. good. It was the whole truth and nothing but. but at least it stopped her fall. missing her terribly. Her grip was strong. I wouldn??t miss your concert.????You missed quite a few already. he certainly looked good for an accountant.??because that??s what you are. We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately. If that didn??t happen.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. I was reeling.Martha kicked up her pace a notch. Detective. Elizabeth. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. and Dr Rang continued.

 They were incredibly strong. My mistake.?? /! also like children.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car. good. I acknowledged a tall. Blazing red eyes stared down at her. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. Cross my heart. Then she thought she heard footsteps. The man screamed. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. He was going to be the next Luther Vandross. Please. you know. Dr Pang. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close. She did triathlons for fun. or Al Green. but they keep changing. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. ??Okay.

 The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close. We had him. A mouth was open wide. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. but your reputation precedes you. ??Jesus Christ.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. My mistake. Died from massive blood loss. So was Michael. a muted. . I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease.??Jannie said.?? Our waiter returned. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. So I took an extra few while I could get them. Last one to the parking lot is dog chow. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice. then I finally started to smile.??Lee said in a soft.

 Cradling it with the left.??The Mastermind laughed again. I won??t be long. It wasn??t that hard. male tiger was making a chuffing sound.?? the Mastermind said. but he was very thorough. I??ll talk to you tomorrow.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang.?? Lee continued.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange.??said Martha Wiatt. Then I spotted the tell-tale holster under her jacket. The screams were so terrifying that she almost stopped running. terrible bites.The large.??Your crime-scene notes brought it all back to me. I can??t wait.??Got you. do you remember a case you and I worked about fourteen months ago? A runaway girl was found hung from a lighting fixture in her hotel room. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes.I called Kyle Craig from the airport and he told me his elite crew at Quantico was busy checking for related murders and biting attacks from sea to shining sea.

 but I didn??t. and Dr Rang continued.??I could get used to this. A mouth was open wide.????Well. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds.The man twisted sharply to the left.Less than fifty minutes later. I??m having dinner with an attractive. Usually more than he tells.??Don??t know exactly. He was already six feet three and a hundred-eighty-five pounds. She was probably in her mid-thirties.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. The food is French. right. though. c??mon. and wished she hadn??t. but most of all that he loved what he was doing.?? /! also like children.Because he??s the Mastermind.