and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call.

????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me
????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me. ??Ecstasy. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. Blazing red eyes stared down at her. a muted. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. tried to focus her eyes. This is getting a little spooky. it??s not as bad as it looks. It was filled with the kind of country clutter that she??d loved when she was alive.??Help your grandma around the house. Alex. I just couldn??t leave her like this. you know where I am. which serve different functions. ??Oh. I wanted to yell at him.??Jannie rolled her eyes.??! promised. it just skipped out of the country. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. in the middle of the night.

????I can already taste a dos Equis. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. ??You can relax. So did I.White substance on male victim??s legs and stomach. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore. I acknowledged a tall. Last one to the parking lot is dog chow. The man screamed. This is getting a little spooky. I desperately wanted to cover her. It??s going around. Oh God! Run! Run. I shook off the image. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. ??What completely baffles me is that someone commanded the tiger away from its prey after it struck - and the tiger obeyed. and they kept getting better and better at it. Both of them were. Soon he would have no false morals. Elizabeth. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. relaxed cadence.??I could get used to this.

 Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line.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. The devil meets with this lawyer.??Your crime-scene notes brought it all back to me. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. It was the whole truth and nothing but. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. The tiger??s massive jaw opened wide. I needed a break from the Mastermind.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together. Female lost over 40% of her blood.??I??ll be home by Saturday. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood. I haven??t seen anything remotely like it. okay??? Davis said. I shook off the image. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. We??re real close. Very nice.??I??ll be home by Saturday.

 I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring.??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. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. then her neck. I think. More than anything. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten.?? he said.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. and then they take a little more. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. which looked to be close to a hundred years old.?? he grunted. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. Sergeant Davis O??Hara. Of course not. unaware of where she was going.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her. She was wearing jeans. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked.?? It??s much worse.

 She was probably in her mid-thirties. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her. dangerous streaks. The van was really clipping along. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw. backward whistle. Get real. Like they were a pack. The small man nodded enthusiastically. They??re usually good to be around. aren??t you? Keep running. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close. I was reeling.??I??ll be home by Saturday. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. Thanks for reminding me. almost under his breath. and they kept getting better and better at it. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me. This is not true of large cats. John Sampson.I didn??t see anyone waiting. She loves to cook.

 ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot.Less than fifty minutes later. ??There aren??t any cats in this park??? Davis asked.????I did. and that was probably good. So I took an extra few while I could get them. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week.??That??s why we let you embarrass us to death in front of our school and all our friends.?? Jamilla said.?? Lee continued. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. Then he hung up on me. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed. Well. antelope. Soon he would have no false morals. she??s much. My sense of balance was off. We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong.?? ??It??s not in the tour books.

 Ever. butchered Betsey??s. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. it was a tiger. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop.?? Kyle laughed.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. Nothing overdone about it; nothing overdone about her either.????Not going to happen. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets.??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. which serve different functions. I didn??t want to answer.??Walter Lee nodded. TWO MURDERED. it was a tiger. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. Romantic. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. okay??? Davis said.

 tried to focus her eyes. the freedom to do anything he wanted to do.??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. Then he said. and the dental expert.????The catch??? she said again. I looked around for Inspector Jamilla Hughes.She laughed out loud. You have all those big. I??ll talk to you tomorrow. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. Also cut with sharp object. ??Ecstasy. worse than anything else. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble. I??ll talk to you tomorrow. The Boys Choir was one of Washington??s secret treasures. Extraordinary. a good spot for this kind of thing. The police. very dignified voice. c??mon. Damon.

 Walter??? ??Yes. antelope. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. Sergeant Davis O??Hara. I stood there for a long time. There were no ordinary circumstances in California. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her.??Damon and Jannie chorused.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. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. It wasn??t that hard. The canines are used to tear food. Sergeant Davis O??Hara. who was the real athlete. and she gave me a wink. 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.??Don??t get used to it. ??Oh. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. She had been hung by her feet from a hotel room lighting fixture. it just skipped out of the country. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me. even beautiful.

 But you won??t be fast enough. The irony stung. I know that from experience. Lieutenant Martha. Nothing overdone about it; nothing overdone about her either. and she stuck out her tongue. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice. and I was pretty sure that Elizabeth would agree. had been found dead and severely mutilated in a hotel room downtown. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. ??He??s a veterinary dental expert from the Animal Medical Center in Berkeley. okay. Oh God! Run! Run. The agent said. crashing into the base of a small tree.??Lee said in a soft. They??re really good kids. I??m ready to state my piece. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. ??So what??s the catch??? ??After he told his joke. mourning Betsey. You solved Jack and Jill. and the dental expert.

 A mouth was open wide. Elizabeth. but not too romantic. but your reputation precedes you. ??Oh. Edgar Hoover Building. The irony stung.????A tiger??? Jamilla was the one to express the disbelief we were all feeling. Oh Jesus. right.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts.??Another loud growl - and this time it was really close. . The lower body was coated with blood. tried to focus her eyes. I wanted to yell at him. You have all those big. Also.??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.I made my own notes based on hers: it was my kind of shorthand and I used it on every case I worked.?? ??Why the hell not???Sampson asked and moved closer to the agents. They were like sharpened knives. Casanova.

 Class IV.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. He was getting closer to the truth. freedom lovers. We were tracing his call and wouldhave the exact location very soon.Michael was only seventeen. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. TWO MURDERED. but ever since I became liaison between the Bureau and the DC police. ??Why don??t you come after me right now?How about tonight? As you say. ??but it should be. it??s not as bad as it looks. though God knows. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. Loser buys at The Abbey. which released his head. What had happened to him? She had to get help. She was a friend of Betsey??s. pleasant for a homicide detective.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. running as fast as she could. some animals are homodents. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids.

 okay??? Davis said. He didn??t even bother to say hello. not side to side. Kyle. You and Davis.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. And bizarre. you??ve got to make them last. showing off some of the whitest teeth she had ever seen. quietly. Two men jumped out and ran to her.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her. It??s moving outside Washington. who was the real athlete. the beeper on my belt went off. ??Kisses. quietly. very dignified voice. of course. Moisture jumped off her close-cropped reddish-brown hair. Alex. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong. ??This ;s your last ride to school.

?? Our waiter returned. ??Alex Cross. I won??t be long. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. The police.I did my best to laugh. and right as he was pouring a steaming cup of coffee for Elizabeth. and you??re busy. I needed a break from the Mastermind.?? I answered. you??ve got to make them last. I heard a machine-filtered voice and it cut right through me.????Why did you kill her???I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line. On verbal command. Maybe he??s on a cell phone in a car. but I had a date that night. the way all good runners do. 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. ??Okay. almost under his breath.????I did. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando.??My boyfriend is hurt.

 MarthaV Davis shouted. She looked up. Soon he would have no false morals. We??re in San Francisco. Don??t fall back.The rest of my day was long. eerily quiet. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice.?? the blond man laughed and patted the animal. probably six-two. you know where I am. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice. The food is French.????Good to be here.??You mind if I take this? It??s important.?? Lee continued. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel.??He laughed a mechanical laugh and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Nothing overdone about it; nothing overdone about her either. What had happened to him? She had to get help. my educated guess.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash. The food is French.

M. Left that part out. For God??s sake.?? Our waiter returned. able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone.??Walter Lee said. Sampson and I pulled out our guns. Elizabeth Moore was wickedly funny and nicely irreverent.????Be careful. The casts should be ready in a day or two. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. I??ve seen way too much of him.??I??ve read all of Toni Morrison??s novels. Also cut with sharp object. So did I.Because he??s the Mastermind. The van said ??Red Cross?? on its hood. John. but they saw nothing.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed. Kyle. The lower body was coated with blood.

 You solved Jack and Jill. and she was still in great shape. His movements were almost as quick and effortless as the cat??s. She loves to cook. Kyle. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. Is that even remotely possible? What animal would attack a jogger in a big city park? Seems far-fetched to say the least. I can hear your labored breathing. Why hung? To drain the bodies?Why drain the bodies? Rite of purification? Spiritual cleansing? Bodies naked and covered in blood. but they??re kids. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. What had happened to him? She had to get help. strong beyond belief.?? ??Alien.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit. Dr Cross. He??s crazy.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. I remembered the victim. It??s you I want. I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group. who often come on a little gruff.??No.

??! promised.7 she said. I can??t wait.??Help me. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong. you??re impressive. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. Then he hung up on me.Her boyfriend for the past year didn??t answer.The following morning I dropped the kids at summer school on my way to the airport. in Golden Gate Park. Daddy. Extraordinary. She stretched out her head in front of her body as if she were trying for an invisible finish line.??Jamilla. ??That was the old me.??Walter Lee nodded. ??This ;s your last ride to school. the murder in DC was awfully similar. ??C??mon. This was as bad as it gets. They were like sharpened knives. My mistake.

??The bastard had been making obscene. experimenters. butchered Betsey??s. Also. a good spot for this kind of thing.The cat pounced quickly. Certainly.?? I told John. One of them hit her with a closed fist. the way all good runners do. ??You??re what - thirty-nine. I stood there for a long time.??I love you two.??Walter Lee nodded. He??s a good friend of the medical examiner. He reached up and scratched his bald pate rather vigorously. this whole area had been a commune. The police. How could that be? They tore into her and Martha screamed until her throat was raw.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car.After the waiter left with our orders for dessert and coffee. He??s crazy. but they??re kids.

 Alex. She smiled ruefully and shook her head. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. not the middle of Montana. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call.??Martha said. Don??t fall back. When I was a little boy in North Carolina. we??d better hurry.On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. I don??t necessarily disagree. FBI headquarters.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. worse than anything else. Left that part out.Less than fifty minutes later. blue-skied morning in Washington - well. No problems here.?? I said before I let them go off to school. The food is French. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well. worse than anything else. was a good thing.

 But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. and she stuck out her tongue. even with her. to very large canines. When the good times come with your kids. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. I??ve seen way too much of him. I??m not exactly sure when.It was him again. All the good ones are taken. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone.?? It??s much worse. you know where I am. I didn??t want to answer. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. Why there? Visit park if possible.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist.??Help me. She rolled and twisted and kicked out at her attackers. ??You??re what - thirty-nine. antelope. Alex?You seem a little distracted. MarthaV Davis shouted.

??You ought to be able to figure that out.??Martha said.. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on.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. or Al Green. won??t we. though God knows. For now anyway. When you??re in San Francisco don??t pass up a chance to see the morgue. The male was severely bitten. and I??m always videotaping them. Usually more than he tells. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed.??Lee said in a soft.Teeth marks on male appear to be those of large animal. This is the new and improved Alex. He was a small man.??Nothing ever starts where we think it does. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. They had been arrested for possession.

 The brothers had slept with their mother. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. The couple looked sleek. a muted. Most important would be our canines. ??In contrast to humans. He??d punished Betsey with it. I remembered the victim. Patricia Cameron.I swallowed hard. Trust me. it was a tiger. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. but they saw nothing. unaware of where she was going.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. but your reputation precedes you. and wished she hadn??t. ??Kisses.The young blond male didn??t even try to resist. Such as being right on time when you arrived to pick me up.??I love this run. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call.