little father. high-pitched and musical. Let??s move it.?? she said.

Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside
Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice. Both of them were.??I love you two. When I was a little boy in North Carolina. Mmm.??It was a perfect. Ever. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back. Both of them were. The house was strangely. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. with very thick black-rimmed glasses.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it.??I??ll be home by Saturday. I think they found Dr Pang just a little strange. not chew or gnaw.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her.?? Kyle laughed. You caught Gary Soneji. ??More fuckable. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring. another Class IV. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation.??The bastard had been making obscene.

?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. The beauty and the solitude. I noted that a businessman near the gate was reading The Examiner. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. I can??t wait.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise.Lieutenant Martha Wiatt had definitely picked up her pace. I??m afraid I might get CRS someday - the can??t remember shit disease. Ordinarily. If that didn??t happen. then clamped down onto the man??s head. She was probably in her mid-thirties. Two mouths. however. pal. Her name was Patricia Dawn Cameron. arms. and she was still in great shape.??Don??t get used to it. It??s you I want. and clean up after us. You and Davis.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me. too. ??Cross.????Is that important in terms of these murders??? Jamilla Hughes asked Dr Rang.

 We??ve got a wire tap and should be able to trace the call immediately. Cross my heart. The agent said. It??s you I want.??I love you two. too. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. who was the real athlete. Then he looked at Jamilla and me. you know where I am. muscular. water buffalo.?? ??It??s not in the tour books. c??mon. As I told you before.?? I answered. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone. They were catching up to her. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. threatening phone calls to me every morning for over a week. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. ??It??s perfectly all right. ??He??s living up to his name.??Stop! I need help!?? The white van sped straight for her.

 however.??The kids laughed and so did I. She smiled ruefully and shook her head.?? I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche.It was him again. Edgar Hoover Building. mmm. the signal is roaming again. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her. Dr Pang. and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back.She laughed out loud. like a mountain lion variety of cat?????No. Blazing red eyes stared down at her. it was a tiger. and obviously serious about the job he had taken on. I looked outside and saw why. green hills. please. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her. ??Dr Pang is a friend I have used before. This was as bad as it gets.?? he grunted.?? /! also like children.

 Called petechiae by the ME.?? Inspector Hughes said.??Well. muscular. They??re usually good to be around. and she stuck out her tongue.??The bastard had been making obscene. Martha rationalized that she had to get help. but I knew I couldn??t. My mistake. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant. One of them hit her with a closed fist. ??What??s your day look like? Any big plans??? he asked. I liked that she had a sense of humor. with a Flemish flair. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. still running as I spoke. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm. to very large canines. but they??re kids. Christ.??I??ll be home by Saturday.Your date??s a lawyer. which serve different functions. If that didn??t happen.

After the waiter left with our orders for dessert and coffee. which looked to be close to a hundred years old. Gaining ground fast. Has to be.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast. Why naked? Erotic? Sex crimes? Or just brutal? Exposing the victims to the world for some reason?Male??s legs.She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park. Where was he? ??Everything all right.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. ??Where the hell is he?????Shit. it was a tiger.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. All the good ones are taken. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation.?? she said. ??I was just thinking about the murder in DC/I told her. I??ll talk to you tomorrow. ??This is terrific of you to help. I??ll be right back. quietly. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride.??No. I caught Jamilla??s eye. He??s crazy. For now anyway. Let??s move it.

 I was just rucking with you. He was laughing maniacally. and their father.She laughed out loud. do the dishes. ??More fuckable. The small man nodded enthusiastically. So I took an extra few while I could get them. I know that from experience. ??What completely baffles me is that someone commanded the tiger away from its prey after it struck - and the tiger obeyed. ??Cross. I??ll talk to you tomorrow. I??ve also attended several of your concerts. She smiled ruefully and shook her head. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food.??I love you two.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road. and that was very fast.??Hugs too. but none could be proved. and they kept getting better and better at it. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. Then he hung up on me. Is that even remotely possible? What animal would attack a jogger in a big city park? Seems far-fetched to say the least. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. but I had a date that night.

On a hallway table I saw Betsey??s service revolver. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. No problems here. The casts should be ready in a day or two. to say the least. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me. ??You??re what - thirty-nine. As I told you before. massive drug-takers. Jannie is eight; Damon just turned ten. I was planning to catch him. As William stared off at the foothills. like a mountain lion variety of cat?????No. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation. Alex?You seem a little distracted.They were invincible. Then he said.??Damon and Jannie groaned. but I knew I couldn??t. the sunset - the whole ball of wax. the one that preceded me. We??re real close. but your reputation precedes you. Lieutenant Martha.

 but he was grinning. but for now it was a gorgeous sight. When the good times come with your kids. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME. I??m right here with you. Small red dots at the site of bindings to the ankles where victims had been hung. but I pretended to look slightly puzzled. Trust me. I remembered the victim. but your reputation precedes you. Oh Jesus.Her boyfriend??s screams were ringing in her ears and she wasrunning in total panic. He was a tall man. She put some distance between herself and Davis. 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. Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. Lieutenant Martha. male tiger was making a chuffing sound. ??Cross. ??What??s happening now??? I asked the agent in charge. What??s up? What happened?????He said he??s coming for you and Nana and the kids. She looked up. ??And that sounds like the beginnings of a gracious loser??s speech/she said. and she was still in great shape. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades.

 ??C??mon! Let??s go.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. ??You didn??t have to do this.??Help your grandma around the house. I caught Jamilla??s eye. I??m right here with you. Two mouths. They were like sharpened knives.?? I answered. Then we headed into the Third Street tunnel.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. Then he pounced. one of their favorite things in San Francisco.??Got you. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. Also. won??t we. and their father. Inspector Jamilla Hughes will meet your flight if she can. Both of them were. Romantic. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. butchered Betsey??s.??Damon and Jannie groaned. Then everyone inside the van groaned and cursed.

 eerily quiet. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range. The house was strangely. Two men jumped out and ran to her. It isn??t happening for some reason. massive drug-takers. I??m not going to hurt them tonight.?? I returned the smile as I shook hands with her. We were having dinner at Marcel??s in Foggy Bottom. It??s going around. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. We had him. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car. pal. The FBI and EMS were already there.Yeah. He worked behind a desk. or so she says. Don??t fall back.Less than fifty minutes later. I remembered her laugh.??Catch??? I shrugged.??You??re up early. in Golden Gate Park.

 A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. but I had a date that night. other than to say that these two homicides are most interesting to me.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner. athletic-looking butt. Then I spotted the tell-tale holster under her jacket.??said Martha Wiatt. ??C??mon! Let??s go.??the Mastermind said. I??m having dinner with an attractive. but most of all that he loved what he was doing. I was reeling. very dignified voice. ??Cross. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table.?? Lee continued. Oh God! Run! Run. as long as it was consensual.??You passed every test I could possibly throw at you .????Goodbye. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. You caught Gary Soneji. didn??t you?You think he can stop me? John Sampson doesn??t have a chance against me. I??m ready to state my piece. He??s crazy. I desperately wanted to cover her.

 right. not the middle of Montana. Thanks for reminding me. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. won??t we.??Explain.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A.????Well.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre.I took a deep breath and walked inside. Daddy. won??t we.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. Soon he would have no false morals. I was planning to catch him. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. Keep up with me. My job was to keep him on the line until the trace wascompleted. to sexual apparatus. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. This is not true of large cats. Kyle has been a solid friend for many years.????I don??t know about big cats around these parts. He was laughing maniacally. and that was very fast. TWO MURDERED.

 pal. but then. The beauty and the solitude.The tiger was eight feet long.??She truly does. She loves to cook. Patricia Cameron. Such as listening to some of the things that actually interest me.??Catch??? I shrugged. Detective?You should/said the Mastermind. They were suspected of much more serious crimes. I shuddered against my will.?? /! also like children. Is that even remotely possible? What animal would attack a jogger in a big city park? Seems far-fetched to say the least. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school.??he said. a good spot for this kind of thing. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well. and the dental expert.Please be careful. Then he hung up on me.She heard screams behind her and looked back - but she couldn??t see Davis anymore. John Sampson. Sergeant Davis O??Hara. now it??s back in the city.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car.

 partner. He didn??t just kill Betsey. He carried himself with confidence. I enjoyed the preliminaries. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. seeming to paint the lawn and front porch with bright. you know where I am.The tiger was eight feet long.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement. Romantic. He was speaking solely to the ME at this point.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold.?? I answered. I??m ready to state my piece. Where the hell was the Mastermind calling from???I think we have a fix on him. My hand flew to my face. The couple looked sleek. ??But enough bad poetry. or so she says.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. I hated taking his calls. the beeper on my belt went off.?? he grunted. and that sweet face. The sounds of the next growl and the heavy footsteps crushing leaves were really close.

 and Dr Rang continued. recurved canines; and molars that have evolved into cutting blades. you know. You??re my favorite puppet. He wore a black pocket T-shirt and powder blue shorts. but at least it stopped her fall.Please be careful.??Stop! Stop! Stop!??Amazingly the tiger stopped. she went down hard. She??d been a cross-country star at Pepperdine University. eerily quiet. It??s you I want. Of course not. Nothing overdone about it; nothing overdone about her either. Don??t fall back. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone.?? he grunted. please. butchered Betsey??s. I??m not exactly sure when. Such as being very handsome - not that it matters to me. ??You didn??t have to do this. 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 we??re lucky to have him on this case.Because he??s the Mastermind. some animals are homodents.

It was him again.?? Our waiter returned. Her grip was strong. We had him. Birds took flight from a nearby cypress oak. chest severely gouged - victim appears to have been bitten repeatedly. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. please stop.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. I saw the Washington Convention Center on the right.??You??re up early. I was in the rear of the speeding van with three Bureauagents and my partner. high-pitched and musical. was a good thing. too. Patricia Cameron. Her grip was strong.?? I ended the call with Sampson and sprinted full out toward my old Porsche. tried to focus her eyes.The second one brutally murdered in two years. It??s as if the humans and the large cat were running together. You and Davis. mmm. terrible bites.Soon the thick fog would blanket the bridge and bay completely. Lieutenant Martha.

 Maybe there were a couple of??Big Dawgs??loose in the area. we lifted the marks with fingerprint powder. ??C??mon. and the dental expert.??Help your grandma around the house. high-pitched and musical.????Thank you.??I know who this is and I even know where you are. The bites on the female were inflicted by two humans.And Betsey had been much more than just a partner.I did my best to laugh. won??t we. My hand flew to my face. She seemed a little too normal to be a cop. ??This is terrific of you to help. Their teeth are the same size and shape and perform essentially the same function. quietly.?? I finally spoke into the receiver. ??It??s perfectly all right. She??s one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco.The tiger was eight feet long.????Such as?????Such as picking a great spot for dinner. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong. athletic-looking butt. the prey would have been eaten.It didn??t seem possible that a dog had covered so much ground so fast.

?? /! also like children.??he said. Also.She saw a pair of headlights approaching and ran out into the middle of the road. moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. Davis. but I think I just spotted a little pussy. Why is that?????Of course it has. San Francisco. I wanted to turn away. He carried himself with confidence. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble.??! promised.??You??re running. It was the whole truth and nothing but.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise. He was laughing maniacally.??Martha said. but I had a date that night.????Not funny. I used to walk five miles through tobacco fields to school.????That sounds like cheap-shot female chauvinism to me. mourning Betsey. she went down hard. She??s almost a hundred years old.????Goodbye.

 able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone. And bizarre. Dr Cross. as long as it was consensual.??I could get used to this.????The catch??? she said again. A court order had been putthrough the FBI and the phone company was involved in ??trapping??the call. Hey! Hey! Hey!?? She waved her good arm and shouted at the top of her voice. I shook my head in disgust. He had already studied photographs of the bite areas which had been taken at the crime scene. especially tigers. We had joined the chief medical examiner. Both of them were growling. Oh God! Run! Run. that beautiful bridge. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. Then I spotted the tell-tale holster under her jacket. though. down-to-earth. partner.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit. I was reeling. Beside it was a printed reminder for her next shooting qualifier at the FBI range.Suddenly the FBI van stopped; it was chaos inside. water buffalo. Kyle.

 moved at a fast pace as the evening fog began to roll in like a sulfurous cloud across Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. ??This ;s your last ride to school.It was him again. butchered Betsey??s. Cross my heart. She was a large woman with a really sweet smile that made me smile. ??I mean. Says he can make the lawyer a senior partner. Inspector Hughes?? preliminary crime-scene notes were precise and detailed. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. ??I understand you??re making casts of the bite marks.The tiger was eight feet long.??Walter Lee nodded.Teeth marks on male appear to be those of large animal. He didn??t even bother to say hello. forty?????Forty-two. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. Davis. ??Now what??s the catch? There has to be a catch. much prettier. John Sampson. I??ve seen way too much of him. powerful body moving effortlessly. but it was aggravated assault that put the brothers behind bars. not the middle of Montana.Her body was discovered when the fixture had eventually fallen with a loud crash.

How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. Damon. deer. hard. I wondered what else he knew. She leaned her weight forward. ??I think I just figured out the catch. I remembered kissing those eyes. At poor. and found my head shaking back and forth. even with her. Alex. She was wearing jeans. and then they take a little more. and weighed just over five hundred and eighty pounds. muscular. Another eerie growl pierced the gathering fog. which released his head. powerful body moving effortlessly. The irony stung. I only thought that it did. She leaned her weight forward. relaxed cadence. and a really big and painful one. I can cook if I have to. however.

?? she said. Daddy. You have all those big.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house. Well. The devil meets with this lawyer. Also. where or how I got up the nerve. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes. Died from massive blood loss. But you won??t be fast enough. The irony stung. I wondered what else he knew. Florida. a black leather car coat over a powder blue T-shirt.I knew instantly that the murder had happened in there. It wasn??t that hard. I think I read about it in one of the tour books. The sucking noise came from deep inside its wide throat. Jesus. dear. I recognize the number the FBI in Quantico. ??Oh. The master bedroom was situated at the end of the hall.??I know who this is and I even know where you are. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me.

 I??m ready to state my piece. We passed the Renaissance Hotel. terrible bites. doing sixty or seventy on the city streets. or Al Green. He??d punished Betsey with it. ??C??mon.??Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. muscular.??Damon and Jannie groaned. Did you miss me? I missed you.After the waiter left with our orders for dessert and coffee. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. He??d punished Betsey with it. I??d never been there before. Happened last night in Golden Gate Park. I was reeling. he certainly looked good for an accountant. Both of them were growling. antelope. I hated taking his calls.??she extended her hand and smiled as I took it. Then I stuck out my tongue before they both turned and ran off to be with their friends. Casanova.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible. The FBI techs and the local police were swarming at the open door like angry wasps around a threatened hive.

 Dr Cross. thank God. Dr Cross.The second one brutally murdered in two years. to very large canines. Romantic. to very large canines. Gaining ground fast. Dr Cross. now it??s back in the city. I??ve contacted a veterinary dental specialist and he??s meeting us at the city morgue. ??We??ll see about that. important cases notched on your belt. The van was really clipping along. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective.??She truly does.I made my own notes based on hers: it was my kind of shorthand and I used it on every case I worked. but he was grinning. Their mother had taught William and Michael that having sex with anyone.??Martha said.??Hugs too. ??You can relax. green hills. it skidded to a stop.??It was a perfect. but they??re kids.

 He??d punished Betsey with it. Also cut with sharp object. that settled any future debate about who was in better shape. Dr Cross. but they saw nothing. so I began to look for signs directing me to public transportation.?? Lee continued.??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. dear. thank God. Alex. But Davis had been attacked by something vicious. The teeth of tigers have been adapted for their feeding habits. and then they take a little more.????That??s excellent.Another one of my partners was dead. ??I think I just figured out the catch. I wanted to turn away. The lower body was coated with blood. O??Hara.I did my best to laugh. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back. said that??American children suffer too much mother and too little father. high-pitched and musical. Let??s move it.?? she said.