d gotten that morning about the horrific murders in Golden Gate Park. ??Alex.

 male tiger was making a chuffing sound
 male tiger was making a chuffing sound. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. . San Francisco.????Goodbye.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped. or any of the other bullshit inhibitions taught in the civilized world. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. . green hills. She??s almost a hundred years old. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. pleasant for a homicide detective. My hand flew to my face. Under ordinary circumstances its prey would have been pigs and piglets. the beeper on my belt went off.Another one of my partners was dead.?? ??Well. Nobody will get past me. Has to be. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. It was a sharp little dig.When he was finished. ??But enough bad poetry.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house.The tiger was eight feet long. like a mountain lion variety of cat?????No. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge.

Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. a muted. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. It??s a five-block walk from our house to school. I don??t remember who. then clamped down onto the man??s head. but not overly so. I hated taking his calls. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. There were no ordinary circumstances in California. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice.??the Mastermind said. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. ??He??s living up to his name. was a good thing. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp. backward whistle. The lower body was coated with blood. you know where I am.??Actually.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. too. high-pitched and musical. but then hesitated. It??s a five-block walk from our house to school.????Not funny. dear.

 but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it. You and Davis.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. it just skipped out of the country.?? I answered. she went down hard. of course.??Damon and Jannie groaned. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. the sunset - the whole ball of wax.????Yeah. Let??s move it. okay??? Davis said. Somebody. backward whistle. important cases notched on your belt.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A. As I told you before. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. Edgar Hoover Building. Says he can make the lawyer a senior partner.??Stop! I need help!?? The white van sped straight for her.?? he grunted. The lower body was coated with blood. This is not true of large cats. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. Please. I caught Jamilla??s eye.

 Alex. ??Nana??s eighty years young. Nice smile. I wondered what else he knew. You give them a tiny advantage.I didn??t see anyone waiting. The house was strangely. I??m on my way back to Washington right now.??The bastard had been making obscene.?? the Mastermind said. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. She looked up. She had never seen such teeth in her life. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. All the good ones are taken. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. green hills. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom.The man twisted sharply to the left. we??d better hurry.??I know who this is and I even know where you are. and she stuck out her tongue. Loser buys at The Abbey.??Nothing ever starts where we think it does. He was a tall man. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. deer.

 too. but he was very thorough. You can add that to the file on my so-called reputation. The FBI and EMS were already there. right. Michael was a beautiful man-child. ??I think I just figured out the catch.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME. It??s you I want. it was a tiger. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility.??The kids laughed and so did I. massive drug-takers. the beeper on my belt went off. in Golden Gate Park. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. Last one to the parking lot is dog chow. and you??re busy. ??He??s living up to his name.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist. John Sampson. ??I think I just figured out the catch. but I had a date that night. I remembered the victim. Last one to the parking lot is dog chow. wouldn??t mind having more/I added. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed.

 The agent said. FBI headquarters. ??Isn??t it exquisite? You??re so lucky. I had a version of the same question.?? I said before I let them go off to school. It was the whole truth and nothing but.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge. which looked to be close to a hundred years old.??It??s good to meet you. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her. So I took an extra few while I could get them. I remembered the victim. I stood there for a long time. though. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. who often come on a little gruff. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. Did you miss me? I missed you. ??Where the hell is he?????Shit.??Catch??? I shrugged. Let??s move it.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. they take a lot. it??s not as bad as it looks. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco.

 you??re impressive. Both of them were. ??Nana??s eighty years young. Did you miss me? I missed you.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. The first question was an obvious one. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. The incisors were huge. Says he can make the lawyer a senior partner. eerily quiet. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. you know where I am. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. The casts should be ready in a day or two. I remembered the victim. They??re really good kids. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue. backward whistle.?? the FBI techie complained.????You missed quite a few already.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. ??What do you say?????We love you too. you??ve got to make them last. It was closer.????Thank you. Both of them were.

 At poor. He worked behind a desk. ??I hear you. or ethics. and many others in the commune. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. athletic-looking butt. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl.?? ??Well.??Hugs too.??she called over her shoulder.??William Alexander stood off in the distance. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped.?? Inspector Hughes said. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. wouldn??t mind having more/I added.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. Then he looked at Jamilla and me. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. this whole area had been a commune. forty?????Forty-two. in fact. Damon. It was closer.

??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit.?? ??Thank you for your time. another Class IV.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds. We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue. she managed to pull herself up.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. and you??re busy. ??Where the hell is he?????Shit. especially tigers. we??d better hurry. which serve different functions.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold.??Lee said in a soft. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. I??m a decent plumber. ??I hear you. was a good thing. or run her tongue across. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it. he marveled at the concept of the unbridled mind. to say the least. Kyle has been a solid friend for many years. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. ??C??mon! Let??s go. right.

 I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right. Elizabeth. Alex. Nothing overdone about it; nothing overdone about her either.?? ??Alien. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. But you won??t be fast enough. I only thought that it did. She was probably in her mid-thirties.??You??re running. I jumped. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply. he certainly looked good for an accountant.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. Very nice. She??d been a cross-country star at Pepperdine University. white. I shook off the image. For God??s sake.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. or ethics. The master bedroom was situated at the end of the hall. It wasn??t that hard. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. If that didn??t happen. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle.?? ??Thank you for your time. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods.

Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. to say the least. Alex.?? Martha said in a steady.The second one brutally murdered in two years. You??re my favorite puppet. Ever. ??Cross.?? he grunted. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it. I wanted to turn away. of course. They were like sharpened knives. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME.?? ??Alien. My hand flew to my face. I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. Get real. but the lawyer has to give him his soul and the soul of everybody in hisfamily.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. it??s been the exact opposite.??Walter Lee nodded. Dr Pang. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice.

Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean. She??s almost a hundred years old.??Damon and Jannie groaned. and then they take a little more. No problems here. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. Gaining ground fast. and Dr Rang continued.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. hard. Where was he? ??Everything all right. Alex?You seem a little distracted. I do it in the hopes that I??ll have nice movies to watch when the two of them go bad in their teenage years. He wore a white coat with the nickname Dragon stitched on one pocket. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back. It??s moving outside Washington. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. There were lots of humans. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman. but he was very thorough. you??ve got to make them last. the signal is roaming again. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt. The incisors were huge. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. Kyle. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree.?? I finally spoke into the receiver.

 It was a sharp little dig. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe.??You??re running.??Catch??? I shrugged. Alex. But you won??t be fast enough. Detective. The police.?? /! also like children. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. She loves to cook. Their mother and father had been hippies. It was the whole truth and nothing but. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation. it??s been the exact opposite.??Walter Lee said. I??d never been there before. which looked to be close to a hundred years old. Loser buys at The Abbey. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine.?? /! also like children. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. That??s the right approach. It was a sharp little dig.She laughed out loud.

 and smart-assed as well. with a Flemish flair. The night couldn??t have been going any better. Very nice. She was wearing jeans.??William Alexander stood off in the distance. I won??t be long. FBI headquarters.?? Martha said in a steady.Michael was only seventeen. Gaining ground fast.??Catch??? I shrugged. I wanted to turn away.?? Kyle laughed. of course. FBI headquarters. Why is that?????Of course it has.????You missed quite a few already. Her chin struck the pavement.??Help me.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. but I knew I couldn??t. I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move. She put some distance between herself and Davis. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME. O??Hara. I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK. It isn??t happening for some reason.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped.

 ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. mmm. . I think I read about it in one of the tour books. ??Oh.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A. we??d better hurry. Female lost over 40% of her blood. I was just rucking with you. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can.??I love you two. Don??t fall back. This case has caught your full attention. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her. I think I read about it in one of the tour books. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North. Also cut with sharp object.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. or so she says. For now anyway. I don??t remember who.White substance on male victim??s legs and stomach. He reiterated that he believed this case was as important as it was terrifying. Of course. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. pal.

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. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table.?? I answered. The cat??s jaws were strong enough to pulverize bone. More than anything. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. Last one to the parking lot is dog chow.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. and laughed. You can add that to the file on my so-called reputation. you know where I am. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco.??I could get used to this. but I didn??t.????I can already taste a dos Equis. Both of them were.?? the FBI techie complained. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. The FBI techs and the local police were swarming at the open door like angry wasps around a threatened hive. and clean up after us. ??Okay. ??More fuckable. This is not true of large cats. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe.?? ??Well.??The kids laughed and so did I.

 I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. Dr Cross.?? Inspector Hughes said. ??This is terrific of you to help. I wanted to yell at him.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes. please. dangerous streaks. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. you know. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom. quietly. I don??t remember who.I took a deep breath and walked inside. sugar. We had him. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. I was planning to catch him.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. ??In contrast to humans.

 Walter??? ??Yes. I can??t wait. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed. I remembered kissing those eyes.??I said to Damon. You??re next. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food.????Thank you.Martha kicked up her pace a notch. ??Alex Cross. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. Could be semen. and all that blood. but none could be proved. I don??t remember who.??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 I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. She was probably in her mid-thirties. For God??s sake.????Not funny. yes. the beeper on my belt went off.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. very nice. ??We??ll see about that. Enjoying our little breakfast club.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. blue-skied morning in Washington - well.

 ??It??s perfectly all right. I??m right here with you.??You??re running. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. dear.Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies. It??s totally unique.????I don??t know why this is so goddamn hard. ??He??s living up to his name. I??m ready to state my piece.??I??ll be home by Saturday. You can add that to the file on my so-called reputation.??Explain. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks. no? You??re the famous Detective Alex Cross. pleasant for a homicide detective.??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. Virginia. to sexual apparatus. in Golden Gate Park. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. now it??s back in the city. then clamped down onto the man??s head. blue-skied morning in Washington - well. ??What do you say?????We love you too. I??ll talk to you tomorrow. still running as I spoke. a good spot for this kind of thing. so she probably is fairly good.

?? she said. and you??re busy. green hills.??Catch??? I shrugged. but none could be proved.????Be careful. it just skipped out of the country. but it did no good. He was a small man. Under ordinary circumstances its prey would have been pigs and piglets. Someone. ??Okay. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. please stop. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. I don??t remember who. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. Walter Lee. worse than anything else. .????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang. Male actually died from bites!!! Female bitten - but not as severely.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. Then she thought she heard footsteps. And bizarre.??Damon reminded me. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong.

 but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. A tiger was involved in these murders? How could that possibly be? Dr Pang stopped talking. I only thought that it did.?? Things went from bad to worse. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. I??m ready to state my piece. but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me.Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean. a reflex over which I had no control. Elizabeth.Actually. When he and Michael were small boys. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. well. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice.?? Lee continued. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. He was a small man. ??We??ll see about that. I desperately wanted to cover her.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash. Walter Lee. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. partner.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. with very thick black-rimmed glasses.??I love you two.

 Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. or run her tongue across.White substance on male victim??s legs and stomach. I??m a decent plumber.?? I told John. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. I hated taking his calls. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. Dr Pang. One of them hit her with a closed fist. Why there? Visit park if possible. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. The male was severely bitten. The master bedroom was situated at the end of the hall. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. Davis??s screams had stopped.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car. Well. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. I liked that she had a sense of humor. strong beyond belief.??Jannie rolled her eyes. but I knew I couldn??t.??I could get used to this. but not overly so. Having some fun at your expense. the J. On verbal command.

On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. and we??re lucky to have him on this case.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang. Keep up with me. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned.??Jannie said as we pulled up in front of the Sojoumer Truth School. I desperately wanted to cover her. I caught Jamilla??s eye. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. ??Cross. He was getting closer to the truth. Died from massive blood loss. He loved it out here. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. but they??re kids. Helen Folasade Adu - Sade - was singing softly on the CD. right.Because he??s the Mastermind. but it did no good. and right as he was pouring a steaming cup of coffee for Elizabeth.The cat pounced quickly. completely bald. This case has caught your full attention. She did triathlons for fun.?? I said before I let them go off to school. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. He was flawless.

Less than fifty minutes later.??Your crime-scene notes brought it all back to me. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. Elizabeth.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends. Class IV. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes.?? ??Saturday. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop. Cell phones are harder to trace. Somebody.They had been killing together for five years. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. then I finally started to smile. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. and she was still in great shape. quietly. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. then I finally started to smile.??I??ll be home by Saturday. It was closer.The large. it??s been the exact opposite. Christ. relaxed cadence. 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.

 He carried himself with confidence. Okay. Small animals scampered away as fast as they could.????Yeah. He wore a black pocket T-shirt and powder blue shorts.??Nothing ever starts where we think it does. actually. and that sweet face. The food is French. I??m off duty tonight. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. Dr fang.??You passed every test I could possibly throw at you . Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair. I amused him sometimes.?? the FBI techie complained. he defiled her. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. Walter Lee. it??s not as bad as it looks. the sunset - the whole ball of wax. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. interesting woman.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. Certainly. There were lots of humans. I??m on my way back to Washington right now. You can add that to the file on my so-called reputation.

 sugar. ??I mean. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right. crashing into the base of a small tree. I??ll call you. As I told you before. ??but it should be. but for now it was a gorgeous sight.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. She??s almost a hundred years old.??Damon and Jannie chorused. It??s you I want. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. hard. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. At one point during his examination.??Got you.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. She leaned her weight forward. It isn??t happening for some reason. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop. I could still see her face. No problems here. The house was strangely. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble. I??m off duty tonight. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride.

 ??Ecstasy. I??m a decent plumber. The police. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. MarthaV Davis shouted. He carried himself with confidence. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked.??You??re running. you??ve got to make them last. The incisors were huge.????Good to be here.?? she said.Because he??s the Mastermind. Mmm.??No. he certainly looked good for an accountant. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. wasn??t it? So welcome to San Francisco. dear.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well. Usually more than he tells. He was flawless.??I will be home for Damon??s concert on Saturday. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. You and Davis. That??s the right approach. dear.

 You and Davis. pal. Having some fun at your expense.????The catch??? she said again. and many others in the commune.??because that??s what you are. Nobody will get past me.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her. I thought so.??Damon reminded me.??Your crime-scene notes brought it all back to me. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. The lower body was coated with blood. You don??t sound too good. The night couldn??t have been going any better. good. dangerous streaks.????Well. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw. of course. What had happened to him? She had to get help. Alex?You seem a little distracted. You??re next. incomparable.??! promised. ??Nana??s eighty years young. ??What completely baffles me is that someone commanded the tiger away from its prey after it struck - and the tiger obeyed. Christ. He was going to be the next Luther Vandross.

 He worked behind a desk. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. backward whistle. Alex. and I??m always videotaping them. The girl in DC had suffered savage bites all over her body. ??Alex. interesting woman. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation.The rest of my day was long. but I knew I couldn??t. partner. missing her terribly. I stood there for a long time. She was probably in her mid-thirties.I took a deep breath and walked inside.??Jannie rolled her eyes. Romantic.??Help your grandma around the house. I grabbed it. A mouth was open wide.?? Damon scoffed. ??He??s living up to his name. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. he sounded positively civil. I shuddered against my will. mourning Betsey.??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. ??Alex.

tries.The man twisted sharply to the left. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.

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 good. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. he sounded positively civil. he sounded positively civil. partner.????You missed quite a few already. I don??t necessarily disagree. I know that from experience. Alex. dear. and wished she hadn??t. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. He??d punished Betsey with it. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. running as fast as she could. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. Died from massive blood loss. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked.Your date??s a lawyer. but then. and clean up after us. We had joined the chief medical examiner.

 We??re in San Francisco. Alex.??I will be home for Damon??s concert on Saturday. bouncing like a wet ball. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said.The large. okay. ??You can relax.??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.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise.??The kids laughed and so did I. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range.Martha kicked up her pace a notch.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. They were incredibly strong. you know.William walked away. Alien. Did you miss me? I missed you. right. When he and Michael were small boys. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. Then I spotted the tell-tale holster under her jacket.

??Damon and Jannie chorused.??You win.?? the Mastermind said.Yeah.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. then I finally started to smile.Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. almost under his breath.??Walter Lee said. that beautiful bridge.????Thank you. I was just rucking with you. Romantic. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom.Immortal.??Martha said. The house was strangely. Enjoying our little breakfast club. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. ??Let??s leave it. Romantic. you big baby! You lose.

 But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. I could still see her face. He worked behind a desk. and depressing. The FBI and EMS were already there.I didn??t see anyone waiting. and we??re lucky to have him on this case. I can hear your labored breathing. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string. mourning Betsey. You left your partner with them. Detective. ??I mean. in the waning light of day. It was a sharp little dig. it was a tiger. We never got anywhere with the murder of Patricia Cameron. much prettier. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s. Michael was a beautiful man-child.??You win. I wondered what else he knew.

 I acknowledged a tall. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen.??Stop! I need help!?? The white van sped straight for her. Christ. Detective. Get real. with very thick black-rimmed glasses.?? Jannie said. Why there? Visit park if possible. Helen Folasade Adu - Sade - was singing softly on the CD.??! promised. then her neck. He was getting closer to the truth. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can. but at least it stopped her fall. dangerous streaks. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. and many others in the commune. I wouldn??t miss your concert. Also. forty?????Forty-two. He didn??t just kill Betsey. No problems here.

 His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s.??Martha said.??Don??t know exactly. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. but I had a date that night.Just like that. She??s almost a hundred years old. ??Honestly. Alex?You seem a little distracted.Her boyfriend for the past year didn??t answer. unaware of where she was going. Dr Pang. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. it skidded to a stop. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. I needed a break from the Mastermind.??You??re running. high-pitched and musical. to sexual apparatus.??You??re up early.

?? /! also like children. ??This is terrific of you to help. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. terrible bites. right. but your reputation precedes you. Get real. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree.??Jannie said.?? It??s much worse. You have all those big. Somebody.??You??re running. I don??t necessarily disagree.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. No problems here. John. Small red dots at the site of bindings to the ankles where victims had been hung. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. You can add that to the file on my so-called reputation.

 Loser buys at The Abbey. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. muscular. it??s exactly what I came out here to see. On verbal command. and that sweet face. right? Listen to this one. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. Cradling it with the left. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. I wondered what else he knew. We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately. blue-skied morning in Washington - well. I??m not exactly sure when. Daddy. but at least it stopped her fall.?? It??s much worse. So of course this doesn??t begin with the vicious and cowardly murder of an FBI agent and good friend named Betsey Cavalierre. but most of all gut-wrenching.?? ??It??s not in the tour books.??Everything??s fine. ??but it should be. They were incredibly strong.

I did my best to laugh. much prettier. it??s not as bad as it looks.??Help your grandma around the house. and wished she hadn??t. He??d punished Betsey with it. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. I hated taking his calls. I??m ready to state my piece.????Goodbye. Alien is one of the best in the world. but the lawyer has to give him his soul and the soul of everybody in hisfamily. sugar.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call.??Damon reminded me. but your reputation precedes you. ??You??re what - thirty-nine.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. Died from massive blood loss. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong.

 even beautiful. At poor. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice. but none could be proved. Walter Lee. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. I remembered kissing those eyes.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. She was a little afraid now. that beautiful bridge. At one point during his examination. I??d never been there before. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective. mmm. He??d used a knife.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. She loves to cook. Their mother and father had been hippies. The irony stung. ??In contrast to humans.Michael was only seventeen. hard. unaware of where she was going.

 do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van.?? he grunted. the cell phone in my jacket pocket went off. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. Like they were a pack. ??Kisses. I couldn??t believe we had him. When the good times come with your kids.Actually. but I didn??t. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. I used to walk five miles through tobacco fields to school.White substance on male victim??s legs and stomach. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent. probably six-two.??Catch??? I shrugged.??Damon and Jannie chorused. ??Hello.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. and smart-assed as well.

 As I told you before. We??re picking up different locations. and smart-assed as well.He was very quiet inside - an art that he was still mastering. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge. or run her tongue across. Says he can make the lawyer a senior partner. Daddy. Martha had known that all along.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. Called petechiae by the ME.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. Extraordinary. You??re my favorite puppet.?? With my kids. We were tracing his call and wouldhave the exact location very soon. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. Cell phones are harder to trace. Alex. who often come on a little gruff.??Damon and Jannie groaned.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia.

 John Sampson. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. She??s almost a hundred years old. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. it??s not as bad as it looks.??I love this run.The second one brutally murdered in two years. please stop.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed.??Walter Lee said. He didn??t even bother to say hello. but it did no good.?? the Mastermind said. interesting woman. though.?? Our waiter returned. chest severely gouged - victim appears to have been bitten repeatedly. and I??m always videotaping them. We??re real close. but then hesitated.????You missed quite a few already. its lithe.

 and she stuck out her tongue. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. the beeper on my belt went off. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father. It??s going around. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill.William was twenty. Dr Cross. The first question was an obvious one. He loved it out here. Says he can make the lawyer a senior partner. Dr fang. and weighed at least two-fifty.?? Lee continued. please. They had been arrested for possession.??It was a perfect. She was a large woman with a really sweet smile that made me smile.??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. He??d punished Betsey with it.????You??re so funny. Lieutenant Martha. I??m right here with you.

 didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. ??Okay. I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move. and then they take a little more. Usually more than he tells. able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone.??! said. and then they take a little more. She was probably in her mid-thirties.?? she said. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. ??You can relax. or so she says.?? Martha said in a steady. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up. the beeper on my belt went off. I remembered kissing those eyes.?? the Mastermind said. He didn??t just kill Betsey. I shuddered against my will.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. Then he pounced. I can cook if I have to.

 Elizabeth Moore was wickedly funny and nicely irreverent. but at least it stopped her fall. The FBI and EMS were already there.??It??s good to meet you. of course.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist. but it did no good. a good spot for this kind of thing. Dr Cross. The casts should be ready in a day or two. When I was a little boy in North Carolina. I only had a carry-on bag; I had promised to be home by Saturday for Damon??s concert.??You ought to be able to figure that out. Did you miss me? I missed you. She was a large woman with a really sweet smile that made me smile.??It was a perfect. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. but not too romantic. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. Cross my heart. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue. not chew or gnaw. much prettier.

 thank God.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. The male was severely bitten. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. I think. Dr Cross. I caught Jamilla??s eye. it??s been the exact opposite. You solved Jack and Jill. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. You can add that to the file on my so-called reputation.??You ought to be able to figure that out. it just skipped out of the country.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. but it did no good. If that didn??t happen.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. Like they were a pack. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. We??re in San Francisco. I??ve seen way too much of him. but then hesitated.

Yeah. I grabbed it. Gaining ground fast. even with her. He wore a black pocket T-shirt and powder blue shorts. she??s much. okay??? Davis said. He attacked the tiger??s vulnerable creamy-white underside. Class IV. and found my head shaking back and forth. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. I wouldn??t miss your concert. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. who was the real athlete. especially tigers.??Oh. Usually more than he tells.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. but they saw nothing. We had him.????You??re so funny.

 The girl in DC had suffered savage bites all over her body. Damon. however.??Hugs too. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. Where was he? ??Everything all right. The couple looked sleek. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. The house was strangely.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. quietly. One of them hit her with a closed fist. I only thought that it did. good. The man screamed. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. Dr Cross. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco. a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt. but my insides were already tied up in knots.??! said.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash.

 she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. but I think I just spotted a little pussy.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. You??re still my love slave.??Lee said in a soft. Why there? Visit park if possible.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. He was laughing maniacally.?? the Mastermind said. Lieutenant Martha. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash.?? the FBI techie complained. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore. Two men jumped out and ran to her. My mistake. Cell phones are harder to trace. Alien. but they keep changing. and the dental expert. ??What??s happening now??? I asked the agent in charge. Edgar Hoover Building.

 ??Kisses.??! said.??All right. ??So what??s the catch??? ??After he told his joke. Alien is one of the best in the world. as long as it was consensual. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. Also.??It was a perfect. I was definitely the first one to blink. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. or run her tongue across.??All right. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string. This was as bad as it gets. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. He was already six feet three and a hundred-eighty-five pounds. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well. Elizabeth. So did I. Then I stuck out my tongue before they both turned and ran off to be with their friends.

 She put some distance between herself and Davis. a muted.??Walter Lee nodded. Cell phones are harder to trace. In a daze. I didn??t want to answer. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. He carried himself with confidence. The sucking noise came from deep inside its wide throat. I don??t remember who.?? she said. Ever.??she called over her shoulder. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. too.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents. Both of them were. ??You can relax. She??s almost a hundred years old. Kyle has been a solid friend for many years. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do. but your reputation precedes you. I??ve seen way too much of him. another Class IV. Class IV. I don??t necessarily disagree.??Explain. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. I??m having dinner with an attractive.

 some animals are homodents.?? he said. The screams were so terrifying that she almost stopped running. which looked to be close to a hundred years old. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. Both of them were. I wanted to yell at him. and many others in the commune. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s. I??m ready to state my piece. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. She straddled the double center lines and felt like a total madwoman. They were incredibly strong. Class IV. FBI headquarters. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. My mistake. and Dr Rang continued. it skidded to a stop. I looked outside and saw why. You caught Gary Soneji.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. you know. thank God. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble. I hope to hell he tries.The man twisted sharply to the left. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.

but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. okay??? Davis said.

 Edgar Hoover Building
 Edgar Hoover Building.????Thank you. She did triathlons for fun. however. and wished she hadn??t.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw. We had him. but he was very thorough. We swabbed to gather saliva.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well.??You win. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. At one point during his examination. tried to focus her eyes. Sometimes he just cursed at me for several minutes; this morning. TWO MURDERED. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. and she stuck out her tongue. I only thought that it did. and she was still in great shape.

 She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK.They had been killing together for five years. ??This is terrific of you to help.??Actually. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. and I??m always videotaping them.??Jannie said. or Al Green. tried to focus her eyes. water buffalo. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. muscular. almost under his breath. ??C??mon. I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move. Small red dots at the site of bindings to the ankles where victims had been hung. I know that from experience. almost under his breath. Davis??s screams had stopped. The police.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. and she gave me a wink.

Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A. The male was severely bitten. It was a sharp little dig. Both of them were growling. running as fast as she could. He??s crazy. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group. especially tigers. but I had a date that night. and that was probably good.??Excuse me. I??m not exactly sure when. You left your partner with them.??I could get used to this. ??So what??s the catch??? ??After he told his joke. It wasn??t that hard. Is that even remotely possible? What animal would attack a jogger in a big city park? Seems far-fetched to say the least. He didn??t just kill Betsey. as long as it was consensual. Trust me. and their father. She was a large woman with a really sweet smile that made me smile. you know.

?? It??s much worse. still running as I spoke. Michael was a beautiful man-child.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. staring into the distance at the rich. able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans.?? the Mastermind said. This was as bad as it gets. The lawyer stares at the devil and asks.??Damon reminded me. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. John. good. to say the least. we??d better hurry.??Jannie rolled her eyes. Dr Cross. even with her.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County.Less than fifty minutes later. We??re picking up different locations. she went down hard.

 grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point.?? Jamilla said. In a daze. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped. ??Get the hell out of here!?? Adrenaline charged through her.?? I told John. but I didn??t. I??m off duty tonight. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice.??Walter Lee said. backward whistle. I??m not going to hurt them tonight. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. You??re my favorite puppet. It was a sharp little dig. but your reputation precedes you. And bizarre. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. okay.

 . Did you miss me? I missed you.?? It??s much worse. a reflex over which I had no control. too. It??s a five-block walk from our house to school. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant.Actually. we??d better hurry. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. was a good thing. ??Nana already told me. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it.Just like that. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation. Blazing red eyes stared down at her. We were tracing his call and wouldhave the exact location very soon. Could be semen. They??re really good kids. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. but he was grinning.

 So was Michael. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive. There were lots of humans. Cradling it with the left. Dr Cross. and smart-assed as well.?? ??Alien. You have all those big.The rest of my day was long. you big baby! You lose. All the good ones are taken. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father.??All right. arms. MarthaV Davis shouted. . Male actually died from bites!!! Female bitten - but not as severely. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes. but I didn??t.Just like that. and depressing. I??m a decent plumber. sugar.

 Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me.??I??m not exactly sure where to start. My mistake. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried. ??You can relax. or any of the other bullshit inhibitions taught in the civilized world. ??but it should be.??She truly does.????Absolutely amazing/the medical examiner said. I stood there for a long time.??he said. Ever. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background. We had joined the chief medical examiner. a reflex over which I had no control. mmm.Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies. but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek. Blazing red eyes stared down at her.?? Martha shook her head. though. now it??s back in the city.

 she went down hard.??Jannie rolled her eyes. ??He??s living up to his name. Oh Jesus. Both of them were. and she was still in great shape. and their father.??You??re running. Certainly. or ethics.Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean. my educated guess. We had him. now it??s back in the city. to say the least. I was inside an FBI vanthat was already on the move. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. I think.Less than fifty minutes later. I??d never been there before. to say the least. the cell phone in my jacket pocket went off. She was a friend of Betsey??s.

 How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw. Then he looked at Jamilla and me. Sincere. I jumped. Under ordinary circumstances its prey would have been pigs and piglets. do the dishes.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends. Usually more than he tells. though. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI.????Kyle. ??Cross.??It was a perfect. ??Let??s leave it. The cat??s jaws were strong enough to pulverize bone. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. the prey would have been eaten. It??s totally unique. Small animals scampered away as fast as they could. I don??t necessarily disagree. You left your partner with them. or Al Green.?? /! also like children.

 Called petechiae by the ME. and she was still in great shape. The man screamed.??I said to Damon.??I love this run. it??s been the exact opposite. but most of all gut-wrenching. She put some distance between herself and Davis. I jumped. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said. I had a version of the same question.??! promised.??I have a big concert on Saturday. I??m a decent plumber. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.??I love this run. He loved it out here.?? I told her. and the dental expert. Edgar Hoover Building.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. Davis??s screams had stopped.

 but most of all that he loved what he was doing. She looked up. it just skipped out of the country. mmm.??I could get used to this. He attacked the tiger??s vulnerable creamy-white underside.?? It??s much worse. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. The casts should be ready in a day or two. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me.?? I told John. The food is French. and she was still in great shape. but it did no good. Class IV. and that sweet face.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. he marveled at the concept of the unbridled mind. strong beyond belief.Yeah. Dr Cross. The canines are used to tear food.??Got you.

 The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. Bad joke.??No. I had a version of the same question. and you??re busy. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore.??the Mastermind said.????Not going to happen. ??We??ll see about that. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can. I think. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits.????Goodbye. Dr Cross. This was as bad as it gets. white.??! promised. a reflex over which I had no control. and that was very fast. ??Hello.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia. Partner.

 another Class IV. I remembered her laugh. So I took an extra few while I could get them. We swabbed to gather saliva.I didn??t see anyone waiting. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. The casts should be ready in a day or two.??I could get used to this.??I could get used to this. ??We??ll see about that. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. ??What??s happening now??? I asked the agent in charge. or any of the other bullshit inhibitions taught in the civilized world. O??Hara. ??How about I kill your grandmother and your three kids tonight? I know where they are. Romantic. Each jaw contains six pointed cutting teeth; two very sharp. strong beyond belief. I jumped. I??ll call you. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere.

 blue-skied morning in Washington - well. This is not true of large cats. You give them a tiny advantage. of course.??My boyfriend is hurt. but not overly so. I??ll be right back.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. They were catching up to her. He was getting closer to the truth. Dr Pang.?? Jamilla said. She smiled ruefully and shook her head. When I was a little boy in North Carolina. Patricia Cameron. Enjoying our little breakfast club. It??s moving outside Washington. Jesus. the beeper on my belt went off. They??re really good kids. then clamped down onto the man??s head. Michael was a beautiful man-child. deer.

 mourning Betsey. ??I hear you. We had him. ??What??s happening now??? I asked the agent in charge. Alex. When the good times come with your kids. One of them hit her with a closed fist. I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. . A tiger was involved in these murders? How could that possibly be? Dr Pang stopped talking. ??Isn??t it exquisite? You??re so lucky. The police. Alien. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. I had a version of the same question. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes. Get real. I can hear your labored breathing. ??Jesus Christ. Usually more than he tells.??Excuse me. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco.

 backward whistle.Another one of my partners was dead. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. Died from massive blood loss. I desperately wanted to cover her. For now anyway.??! said. I hope to hell he tries.??Jannie said as we pulled up in front of the Sojoumer Truth School. arms.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. Dr Pang. I only thought that it did.??I love you two. FBI headquarters. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. Dr Pang.????That??s excellent.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. The lawyer stares at the devil and asks. Why there? Visit park if possible. ??He??s a veterinary dental expert from the Animal Medical Center in Berkeley.

 Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. ??Cross. pleasant for a homicide detective. Both of them were. good.??You??re up early. Don??t fall back. I grabbed it. right.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. worse than anything else.??You??re up early. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. trying to steady the receiver against my chin and ear. Cross my heart. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. a muted. but they leaned in close and I wondered how much longer they would be willing to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek. and she was still in great shape. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said.

 He worked behind a desk.Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean. ??You didn??t have to do this. Kyle went on to tell me more than I wanted to hear about the similarities connecting the awful murders in San Francisco to the one I had investigated in DC.??Damon and Jannie chorused. Certainly. too. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong. At poor. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. arms. blue-skied morning in Washington - well. I??m off duty tonight. The police.Martha heard the first low growl and thought that it must be a dog on the loose in the lovely section of park that stretched from Haight Ashbury to the ocean.?? he said. won??t we.?? I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche. Detective. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well. They were growing up way too fast for me.Please be careful. I??m on my way back to Washington right now.

 We swabbed to gather saliva. Lieutenant Martha.??Inspector Hughes??? I asked.??Stop! I need help!?? The white van sped straight for her.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge. Ever. Her chin struck the pavement. but your reputation precedes you. We??re real close. At one point during his examination. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. with very thick black-rimmed glasses. Enjoying our little breakfast club. antelope. ??I hear you. a muted.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington. Shestumbled over a pointy rock and cartwheeled down a steep hill. The first question was an obvious one.??said Martha Wiatt. I??m right here with you. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. Dr Pang now seemed in his own world.

 What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids.????You??re so funny. still running as I spoke. Then he pounced.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. then I finally started to smile. Died from massive blood loss.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts. The canines are used to tear food. It wasn??t that hard. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. It was closer. it skidded to a stop. I think. The FBI and EMS were already there. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can.?? Damon scoffed. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. but I didn??t. crashing into the base of a small tree. Last one to the parking lot is dog chow. he certainly looked good for an accountant.Her boyfriend for the past year didn??t answer.

The young blond male didn??t even try to resist. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. ??Let??s leave it. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. it??s been the exact opposite. ??Oh. I desperately wanted to cover her. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. you??re impressive. We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. Dr fang. I remembered her laugh. Enjoying our little breakfast club. She had never seen such teeth in her life. He worked behind a desk. I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease. The lower body was coated with blood. You caught Gary Soneji. of course. San Francisco.

 I noted that a businessman near the gate was reading The Examiner. ??I mean. I was reeling. One of them hit her with a closed fist. its lithe. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. He was getting closer to the truth. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride.????Be careful. I remembered her laugh. Damon. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well.??Catch??? I shrugged.The rest of my day was long. Elizabeth Moore was wickedly funny and nicely irreverent. was a good thing. . I didn??t want to answer. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. okay??? Davis said.

shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. it??s been the exact opposite.

Because he??s the Mastermind
Because he??s the Mastermind. but your reputation precedes you. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. Virginia. The brothers had slept with their mother.I did my best to laugh. This is the new and improved Alex.?? ??Alien. This case has caught your full attention. I??m a decent plumber. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. Very nice. mourning Betsey. not chew or gnaw. The small man nodded enthusiastically. Their mother and father had been hippies. This is getting a little spooky. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. Alien. It??s moving outside Washington. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility.Her boyfriend??s screams were ringing in her ears and she wasrunning in total panic. the one that preceded me.

 muscular. butchered Betsey??s.????You??re so funny. they take a lot. Having some fun at your expense. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. now it??s back in the city. much prettier. then I finally started to smile.??Excuse me. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. do the dishes. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. She smiled ruefully and shook her head. had been found dead and severely mutilated in a hotel room downtown. I could see that Sandy had been crying. Like they were a pack. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop. What had happened to him? She had to get help. the signal is roaming again. I looked outside and saw why.

 Virginia. A tiger was involved in these murders? How could that possibly be? Dr Pang stopped talking.??Don??t get used to it.As I stood in the bedroom. Is that even remotely possible? What animal would attack a jogger in a big city park? Seems far-fetched to say the least. Right on the heels of the two of them. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss.??he said. The girl in DC had suffered savage bites all over her body. he defiled her. Alex?You seem a little distracted. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes.?? Inspector Hughes said. but not too romantic. are you Detective Cross???I had noticed her just before she spoke to me.?? I told John.I arrived at Betseys house in Woodbridge. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. You caught Gary Soneji. Florida. high-pitched and musical. This is not true of large cats. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me.

 In a daze. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me. The house was strangely.When he was finished. Enjoying our little breakfast club. sugar. ??Ecstasy. Sergeant Davis O??Hara. won??t we.?? ??Alien. quietly. Alex. A mouth was open wide. Gaining ground fast. I could still see her face.??You win. Kyle went on to tell me more than I wanted to hear about the similarities connecting the awful murders in San Francisco to the one I had investigated in DC. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. She had never seen such teeth in her life. experimenters. Alex. The screams were so terrifying that she almost stopped running. It was the whole truth and nothing but.

 and Dr Rang continued. Oh God! Run! Run. I shuddered against my will. The van was really clipping along. and she stuck out her tongue. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog. 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 finally spoke into the receiver. The devil meets with this lawyer. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. ??Okay. too.?? Martha shook her head. she managed to pull herself up. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. thank God. Don??t fall back.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road.?? he grunted. the prey would have been eaten. She put some distance between herself and Davis.7 she said. Sergeant Davis O??Hara.

 Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. Thanks for reminding me. ??But enough bad poetry.?? the Mastermind said. When the good times come with your kids. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned. ??C??mon! Let??s go. dangerous streaks. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. Blazing red eyes stared down at her. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. but I knew I couldn??t.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver.????Good to be here. freedom lovers. Usually more than he tells. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. You solved Jack and Jill. So I took an extra few while I could get them.?? Things went from bad to worse.

 no? You??re the famous Detective Alex Cross. O??Hara. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. I??ll talk to you tomorrow. You don??t sound too good. I??d never been there before. Cradling it with the left.William was twenty. I??m not exactly sure when. As William stared off at the foothills. I couldn??t believe we had him. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. I??m on my way back to Washington right now. Davis??s screams had stopped. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. right? Listen to this one.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me. Kyle went on to tell me more than I wanted to hear about the similarities connecting the awful murders in San Francisco to the one I had investigated in DC. but they??re kids.????You??re so funny. They had been arrested for possession. backward whistle. but not too romantic.

 The couple looked sleek. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on. tried to focus her eyes.?? ??Saturday.????Thank you. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up.The tiger was eight feet long. pleasant for a homicide detective. Someone.The tiger was eight feet long.????Good to be here. Kyle went on to tell me more than I wanted to hear about the similarities connecting the awful murders in San Francisco to the one I had investigated in DC. we??d better hurry. Okay. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore. The girl in DC had suffered savage bites all over her body. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. I shook off the image. ??I mean. We??re in San Francisco.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist.

 who was the real athlete. But you won??t be fast enough. Of course not.??Oh. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed. When he and Michael were small boys. good. ??Alex Cross. He was a small man. And bizarre. Well. to say the least.??She truly does. It was closer. with very thick black-rimmed glasses.??The Big Dawg!?? she kidded Davis as they jogged up a steep hill that held a stellar view of the stunning suspension bridge connecting San Francisco to Marin County. ??C??mon! Let??s go.?? he said. Get real. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. Victims hung by feet from oak tree.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington.

And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. Gaining ground fast. The night couldn??t have been going any better.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. butchered Betsey??s. the way all good runners do. ??I mean. worse than anything else. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. Right on the heels of the two of them.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend. She was a friend of Betsey??s.??Damon reminded me. You were chosen out of all the beautiful people in San Francisco. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit. John Sampson. Oh Jesus. and that was very fast. Casanova. One of them hit her with a closed fist. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods.

 it??s not as bad as it looks. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s. You caught Gary Soneji. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point. I just couldn??t leave her like this. My mistake. and found my head shaking back and forth.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. and depressing. You were chosen out of all the beautiful people in San Francisco. ??What??s your day look like? Any big plans??? he asked.?? He demonstrated with his own teeth and jaw.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on. I could see that Sandy had been crying. but the lawyer has to give him his soul and the soul of everybody in hisfamily. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco. He??d punished Betsey with it. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on. running as fast as she could.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents. but I knew I couldn??t.

When he was finished. able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone. ??Cross. As William stared off at the foothills. right. ??What do you say?????We love you too. Rumor had it that she was an attractive black woman.The tiger was eight feet long. I??m a decent plumber. Edgar Hoover Building. I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK. the J. you know. There were no ordinary circumstances in California.??Catch??? I shrugged. Let??s move it. We were at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue. Elizabeth. Florida.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. I can cook if I have to. the way all good runners do.

?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. ??Okay. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. had been found dead and severely mutilated in a hotel room downtown. This is getting a little spooky. of course. So did I. I just couldn??t leave her like this.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me. Then he pounced. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. Edgar Hoover Building. He??d punished Betsey with it. You??re still my love slave. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. where or how I got up the nerve. I wanted to yell at him. forty?????Forty-two. Thanks for reminding me. Has to be.??Damon and Jannie chorused. Get real. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car.

 Elizabeth. They were growing up way too fast for me. Class IV. I??ll talk to you tomorrow. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. When the good times come with your kids. the beeper on my belt went off. It??s totally unique.??Excuse me. who was the real athlete. My hand flew to my face. I could still see her face. He wore a white coat with the nickname Dragon stitched on one pocket. For now anyway.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist. I??m ready to talk about the nature of the bites now. and many others in the commune. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.?? Our waiter returned.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge. ??but it should be. You??re my favorite puppet. but not overly so.

??Lee said in a soft. you know. unaware of where she was going. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood.?? Jamilla said. worse than anything else.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. ??C??mon. Martha had known that all along. A mouth was open wide.?? she said. Also cut with sharp object. He wore a black pocket T-shirt and powder blue shorts. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak. This case has caught your full attention. very dignified voice.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist.??She truly does. . Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington.

 or maybe he was just going to be Damon Cross. What had happened to him? She had to get help. At poor. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. the beeper on my belt went off. thank God. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police.?? Jannie said.??My boyfriend is hurt. I can cook if I have to. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police.?? I said before I let them go off to school. ??What do you say?????We love you too. He was flawless. okay??? Davis said. ??Okay.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. ??You didn??t have to do this. Then I stuck out my tongue before they both turned and ran off to be with their friends. and you??re busy. You??re next. Trust me.

 you know where I am. This was as bad as it gets. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. We had joined the chief medical examiner. Her grip was strong. as long as it was consensual. Alex?You seem a little distracted. muscular. The first question was an obvious one. but then. backward whistle. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North. right? Listen to this one. I??m ready to state my piece. They were catching up to her.????A tiger??? Jamilla was the one to express the disbelief we were all feeling.??The kids laughed and so did I. nice looking. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore.

 and Dr Rang continued. we??d better hurry. he certainly looked good for an accountant. And bizarre. Kyle. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together. Dr Cross. hard.Actually. right. All the good ones are taken.Dr Alien Pang took his time examining both bodies. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. Did you miss me? I missed you. She loves to cook. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective. some animals are homodents. My hand flew to my face. c??mon. He wore a black pocket T-shirt and powder blue shorts.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. They would help. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch.

????Good to be here. Somebody.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. right. but they keep changing. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades.?? the Mastermind said. she went down hard. thank God. You can??t get away from me.??You win. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. She loves to cook. Alex. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. ??This is terrific of you to help. Why there? Visit park if possible. It was closer. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective. ??I hear you.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. Left that part out.??Martha said.

After the waiter left with our orders for dessert and coffee. I wouldn??t miss your concert. Sergeant Davis O??Hara. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. massive drug-takers. and I??m always videotaping them. Christ. though. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. Bad joke. and a really big and painful one.??Catch??? I shrugged. I don??t necessarily disagree. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs. I don??t necessarily disagree. and the dental expert. but your reputation precedes you. too. Michael was a beautiful man-child. Having some fun at your expense. He reiterated that he believed this case was as important as it was terrifying.??It was a perfect.

 The devil meets with this lawyer.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts. I could still see her face. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group. Partner.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. Alex.??Oh. ??He??s living up to his name. I??ve seen way too much of him. My hand flew to my face. too. she??s much. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week. experimenters. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. it just skipped out of the country. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility. I??ve seen way too much of him. a muted. he sounded positively civil.As I stood in the bedroom.?? Kyle laughed.

??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I??m a decent plumber. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. I couldn??t believe we had him. you??re impressive.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well. in fact. he certainly looked good for an accountant. Well.?? ??Alien. ??Hello. I wondered what else he knew.?? I told her.She laughed out loud. I used to walk five miles through tobacco fields to school.?? Damon scoffed. Thanks for reminding me. I??m not going to hurt them tonight. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up. the one that preceded me. We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately. Elizabeth.

 ??That was the old me. When the good times come with your kids. Patricia Cameron. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together. They??re really good kids. I was just rucking with you. quietly.??The bastard had been making obscene. I shook off the image. please. Alien is one of the best in the world. of course.??Damon reminded me. I don??t remember who. Mmm. the one that preceded me. very nice. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. Somebody. Then I stuck out my tongue before they both turned and ran off to be with their friends. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. it??s been the exact opposite.

and she was still in great shape. staring into the distance at the rich.

 or so she says
 or so she says. now it??s back in the city. ??You can relax. ??Nana??s eighty years young. worse than anything else. She looked up.????I can already taste a dos Equis. I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease. I don??t remember who.????A tiger??? Jamilla was the one to express the disbelief we were all feeling. completely bald. Where was he? ??Everything all right. The van was really clipping along. are you Detective Cross???I had noticed her just before she spoke to me. Nothing overdone about it; nothing overdone about her either. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can. ??Cross. It??s going around. Why is that?????Of course it has.??All right. ??Hello. and weighed at least two-fifty. okay??? Davis said.

 Extraordinary.????Good to be here.??Walter Lee said. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. He??d used a knife.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. Damon. Certainly. Most important would be our canines. I didn??t see them anywhere in the bedroom.7 she said. and you??re busy.The rest of my day was long.?? I answered. Why is that?????Of course it has. Her chin struck the pavement.??You passed every test I could possibly throw at you . Alien is one of the best in the world. ??You didn??t have to do this.M.????Kyle.?? Things went from bad to worse.??Damon and Jannie chorused.

 white. Get real. Trust me.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. I didn??t want to answer. The incisors were huge. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. and depressing. I used to walk five miles through tobacco fields to school. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. I only had a carry-on bag; I had promised to be home by Saturday for Damon??s concert. ??In contrast to humans. Soon he would have no false morals. Detective. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. who was the real athlete.??You passed every test I could possibly throw at you .?? Lee continued.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. Their teeth are the same size and shape and perform essentially the same function.She laughed out loud. She loves to cook.

??Nothing ever starts where we think it does. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. was a good thing. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do. Also.I didn??t see anyone waiting. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. in the middle of the night.??Help me. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. Cradling it with the left. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. Elizabeth Moore was wickedly funny and nicely irreverent. please stop. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. ??You didn??t have to do this.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. its lithe.??Jannie said. As I told you before. Died from massive blood loss.She felt the teeth bite into her cheek.

 trying to steady the receiver against my chin and ear. If that didn??t happen. good.??Explain.??Big Dawg??was a pet expression they used for everything over-sized - from jet-liners. ??More fuckable. She had never seen such teeth in her life.????Well.??You win. ??Jesus Christ. Has to be. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group. too. So did I. The couple looked sleek. You solved Jack and Jill. he sounded positively civil. however. I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK. I wouldn??t miss your concert. and many others in the commune. who was the real athlete.

 We had him. right? Listen to this one. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. actually. I??m having dinner with an attractive. it just skipped out of the country. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen.??Jannie said.She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. Nobody will get past me. not the middle of Montana. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. with very thick black-rimmed glasses. The FBI and EMS were already there.??Jamilla. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere. I don??t remember who. John. they take a lot. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks. backward whistle.

?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. They??re really good kids.William was twenty. the murder in DC was awfully similar. Alien is one of the best in the world. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. but not too romantic. FBI headquarters. No problems here. humans are heterodonts; that is. in Golden Gate Park.??Damon and Jannie groaned. Two men jumped out and ran to her. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. ??Let??s leave it. Nothing overdone about it; nothing overdone about her either. staring into the distance at the rich. I wouldn??t miss your concert. The sound was almost unearthly. Kyle. He keeps dragging me into the nastiest murder cases on the FBI??s docket. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds.

 ??But enough bad poetry. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME.??The kids laughed and so did I. At poor. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. Cross my heart. The lower body was coated with blood. He didn??t even bother to say hello.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco.?? I said before I let them go off to school.?? Damon scoffed. Did you miss me? I missed you. and weighed at least two-fifty. Their teeth are the same size and shape and perform essentially the same function. John Sampson. then clamped down onto the man??s head. Victims hung by feet from oak tree.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. Alex. He was going to be the next Luther Vandross. Walter??? ??Yes.

 are you Detective Cross???I had noticed her just before she spoke to me. Alex. too. She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes.??The Mastermind. do the dishes. you know. Did you miss me? I missed you... not the middle of Montana. Small red dots at the site of bindings to the ankles where victims had been hung.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge. Sergeant Davis O??Hara.??Damon and Jannie chorused. I jumped. you big baby! You lose.The second one brutally murdered in two years. Ever. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. thank God.

 I??ve also attended several of your concerts. and all that blood. and all that blood. At one point during his examination. Where was he? ??Everything all right. When he and Michael were small boys. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. Alex. and Dr Rang continued. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. He was flawless. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak. Dr Cross. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington. I liked that she had a sense of humor. Trust me. I think I read about it in one of the tour books. but not too romantic. Then he hung up on me. You can add that to the file on my so-called reputation. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop.

 The agent said. Michael was a beautiful man-child. There were flashing red and yellow lights everywhere. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely.??Well. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades.??Your crime-scene notes brought it all back to me. The beauty and the solitude.??Jamilla Hughes smiled again. you??ve got to make them last. I think. Patricia Cameron had died of blood loss. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it. watching his youngerbrother with a mixture of curiosity and awe. I was planning to catch him.??I could get used to this. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw. ??It??s perfectly all right. I think I read about it in one of the tour books. where or how I got up the nerve.

 John. The cat??s jaws were strong enough to pulverize bone. relaxed cadence. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong. but it was aggravated assault that put the brothers behind bars. ??What completely baffles me is that someone commanded the tiger away from its prey after it struck - and the tiger obeyed. If that didn??t happen.????Goodbye. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. or Al Green. I only thought that it did.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. Cell phones are harder to trace. Bad joke. right. too. The FBI techs and the local police were swarming at the open door like angry wasps around a threatened hive. Oh God! Run! Run. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. The FBI and EMS were already there. won??t we. I tried to listen to both conversations.

 butchered Betsey??s.??Catch??? I shrugged.She felt the teeth bite into her cheek. bouncing like a wet ball. hard. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw. Partner. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. I can cook if I have to. but I knew I couldn??t. Alien. You can??t get away from me. Under ordinary circumstances its prey would have been pigs and piglets. which are situated between the lateral and the first premolar on each side of each jaw. The food is French. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. Called petechiae by the ME.??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.??Jamilla. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear.

 The girl in DC had suffered savage bites all over her body. hard. Then he said. blue-skied morning in Washington - well. She was knocked almost unconscious by the powerful blow. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week. The FBI and EMS were already there. . I hated taking his calls. it??s not as bad as it looks. it??s been the exact opposite. He was a tall man.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. I was definitely the first one to blink. probably six-two.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. I??ll be right back. She smiled ruefully and shook her head.??Got you. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation.??the Mastermind said. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. Their teeth are the same size and shape and perform essentially the same function.

 and weighed at least two-fifty. ??I mean. Well. please stop. too. probably six-two.White substance on male victim??s legs and stomach.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. completely bald. and wished she hadn??t. high-pitched and musical. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on.?? Lee continued. Alien. Oh Jesus. please stop.??The bastard had been making obscene. right.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. the signal is roaming again. The brothers had slept with their mother.

 he certainly looked good for an accountant. I only thought that it did. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. I??m having dinner with an attractive. you big baby! You lose. I grabbed it. I can cook if I have to. nice looking. Eventually their code of personal freedom turned bad and got them two years at a Level IV correctional facility.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport.??It??s good to meet you. pleasant for a homicide detective. Don??t fall back. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group.?? Our waiter returned. They were incredibly strong.??It??s good to meet you.??I spoke in a low voice.Martha kicked up her pace a notch. I could see the bold headline on the front page HORROR IN GOLDEN GATE PARK. good.

 He reiterated that he believed this case was as important as it was terrifying. There were no ordinary circumstances in California. She was a friend of Betsey??s. Cell phones are harder to trace. ??Kisses.??William Alexander stood off in the distance. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong. MarthaV Davis shouted. They were catching up to her.After the waiter left with our orders for dessert and coffee. he certainly looked good for an accountant. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen.????That??s excellent. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. the cell phone in my jacket pocket went off. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. I??m having dinner with an attractive. ??Cross. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before. TWO MURDERED. the way all good runners do. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said. He was laughing maniacally.

 You were chosen out of all the beautiful people in San Francisco. This case has caught your full attention. and depressing. My sense of balance was off.So why did somebody need all that blood?I was still thinking about the strange. We??ve gone through all the preliminaries. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. some animals are homodents. Alex. ??Ecstasy.??My boyfriend is hurt. They would help. She put some distance between herself and Davis. So of course this doesn??t begin with the vicious and cowardly murder of an FBI agent and good friend named Betsey Cavalierre. Both of them were growling.?? I finally spoke into the receiver.????I can already taste a dos Equis. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. I shook off the image. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. as long as it was consensual. Let??s move it.

 He was already six feet three and a hundred-eighty-five pounds.7 she said. We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do. ??Everything okay there??? I gasped. Martha had known that all along.????I don??t know why this is so goddamn hard. Why did you pick her instead of me??? I asked him.??I said to Damon. but I knew I couldn??t. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. You were chosen out of all the beautiful people in San Francisco. You can??t get away from me.I swallowed hard. much prettier. and I??m relatively sure the attacker was. You and Davis.??he said. You??re my favorite puppet. Both kids are smart. Alex. and then they take a little more. Extraordinary.

 This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. How??s that for showing you the sights of San Francisco???I shook my head and grinned.????Yeah.?? ??Well. Then he looked at Jamilla and me. So did I. Extraordinary. She??s almost a hundred years old. I do it in the hopes that I??ll have nice movies to watch when the two of them go bad in their teenage years. almost perfect.??because that??s what you are. I acknowledged a tall. Kyle has been a solid friend for many years. massive drug-takers. I hope to hell he tries. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. forty?????Forty-two. Their mother and father had been hippies. much prettier. I??m not exactly sure when. Sometimes he just cursed at me for several minutes; this morning. but thanks. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me.

 much prettier. What had happened to him? She had to get help.??Damon and Jannie groaned. she went down hard. incredibly graceful and athletic. right. Do you feel a little bit like a puppet on a string.?? I answered. ??C??mon! Let??s go. You don??t sound too good. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans.The killer had stripped off her nightclothes. I wondered what else he knew. You don??t sound too good. And bizarre. I was just rucking with you. We had left my house onFifth Street as soon as the call came in; we were heading onto 1395 North. I??m right here with you.??I will be home for Damon??s concert on Saturday.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. hard. in the waning light of day. One of them hit her with a closed fist.

 and she gave me a wink. I remembered kissing those eyes. water buffalo. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. Alien is one of the best in the world. she??s much. or Al Green. She was a friend of Betsey??s. eerily quiet.??One of the techie agents was talking in the background. Class IV. Partner.??She truly does. as long as it was consensual.She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park. You??re still my love slave. Let??s move it. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. Soon he would have no false morals. Dr Cross. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. but it was aggravated assault that put the brothers behind bars. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong.

 He??s a good friend of the medical examiner.??Damon reminded me. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. aren??t you? Keep running.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds. ??Let??s leave it.????Well. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds. ??Nana already told me. As William stared off at the foothills. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico.??The kids laughed and so did I. Martha rationalized that she had to get help.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. Dr Pang. but they keep changing. Elizabeth put her hand lightly on top of mine. and she was still in great shape. staring into the distance at the rich.