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Jack was pacing outside the yellow tape when they approached, his face grim. „Come and see,“ was all he said. One of Jack’s men knelt, shining a flashlight at the ground.

No, not the ground. What the light illuminated was not snow-covered dirt. Horrified, Kristen could only stare as her blood ran cold. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. It just didn’t fit.

„I’ll be damned,“ Abe muttered under his breath. „Who are Sylvia Whitman, Janet Briggs, and Eileen Dorsey?“

„Ramey’s three rape victims,“ Kristen heard herself reply, still staring at the beam of the flashlight. At the marble marker bearing the three names. And dates.

It was a grave marker.

Her eyes jumped up to meet Reagan’s. „The dates are their birth dates to the day of their assault. He…“ She swallowed back bile.

Reagan shook his head. „It doesn’t make sense.“

Mia jogged up behind them, her breath turning to fog in the air. „What doesn’t make sense?“ Then a quiet, „Oh, God.“

Kristen shook herself. „You’re right, it doesn’t make sense. Besides, if something had happened to even one of these three women, I’d have been informed.“ By one of their irate boyfriends or husbands who had so bitterly blamed her for dragging their women through the hell of testifying only to suffer again when Ramey was acquitted. She still felt the sting of their anger, of the accusations she hadn’t tried to defend. She pushed back the guilt and stared at the marker at her feet. „It’s for remembrance,“ she said. „For the victims.“

Abe nodded to Jack. „Let’s start digging. Be careful with the marker. The dirt under it might have retained some trace evidence. Are there markers at the other sites?“

„I’ll find out“ Jack gestured them back, out of the way of the team. „This is going to take a little while. The ground is pretty frozen.“

They backed up, still standing under the tarp which provided shelter from the light rain. And they watched as the team carefully dug.

„I made a list of the victims, their families, anyone associated with the three cases,“ Kristen said as a shovelful of frozen earth landed in the growing mound close to her feet.

„Another bad night?“ Mia murmured, her eyes trained on the diggers.

„You could say that.“ She’d tried to go to sleep, but visions of him staring in her window kept her far too tense to sleep. Every creak and whine of her old house just made it worse. Finally, she’d given up. „I also ran a list of all the defendants I unsuccessfully prosecuted and separated them out by the ones who got off on technicalities versus legitimate defenses.“

„How many were there?“ Reagan asked.

„I had to replace my printer cartridge midway through,“ Kristen answered dryly. „Did wonders for my professional self-esteem.“

„So how many could you have won?“ Reagan asked, his tone practical. She’d wondered the same thing herself and had been compulsive enough to do the math. „Twenty-five percent, maybe,“ she said honestly.

„Twenty-five percent with the benefit of twenty-twenty hindsight.“ Reagan made a humming sound in his throat.

„That means on seventy-five percent you wouldn’t have changed a thing. That sounds pretty significant to me.“

Her first instinct was to take his words as lightly as he’d likely meant them. But she glanced up, found his blue eyes trained on her face, and knew he’d been quite serious. Awkward pleasure warred with a nagging feeling of deja vu. And because dealing with the deja vu was far less uncomfortable than accepting his praise, she focused on his face with a frown. „I know we’ve met. Last night you said my hair was up. What did you mean?“

His mouth opened, but his first words were drowned out by Jack’s shout.

„We’ve got something. Come and see.“

Reagan and Mia lurched forward. Kristen’s approach was a little more tentative, hindered by her skirt even in her sensible shoes. She rounded the pile of dirt and gingerly stepped to the edge of the three-foot-deep hole. And swallowed hard.

He was right, was her first thought. We’re lucky it’s winter. Had it been summer, the flesh would have been so decomposed it would have been unrecognizable. But being winter in Chicago, the body was fairly well preserved. Enough that she could provide a positive ID.

„It’s him. Anthony Ramey.“ Her voice was shaky, but she doubted anyone would fault her for it. Jack’s men wore identical grimaces that said they’d rather be fingerprinting anything anywhere than be here, in the hole with a decomposing body. Mia pressed a handkerchief to her face and walked around the hole to get a view from a different angle.

„Most of him, anyway,“ Mia said through the handkerchief. „Hell, Kristen, your humble servant sure did a job on Ramey. Nothing like a little vigilante justice with a biblical twist.“

It was true. Nude and rotting, the body of Anthony Ramey had been laid to rest minus his pelvic region. In its place was about a baseball-sized expanse of nothing.

„Eye for an eye,“ Kristen murmured, wishing to high heaven she’d brought along a handkerchief of her own. Even with the benefit of Nature’s freezer, the body’s odor was enough to turn her stomach and suddenly she felt like cursing Reagan’s kind breakfast gesture. Bagels and lox threatened to gag her.

„Shotgun?“ Reagan said to Mia, and she nodded.

„Probably.“ Mia crouched to get a closer look. „Definitely not the same gun that brought him down. Probably done after he was dead. The Polaroids don’t show any pelvic damage.“

„The ME can tell us for sure,“ Reagan said, crouching beside Mia. „What’s that?“

Mia squinted over the edge of the handkerchief. „What’s what?“

Reagan pointed to Ramey’s throat. „That pattern around his neck.“ He got down on his knees and bent down for a closer look, then looked back up at Mia. „Could be ligature marks from strangulation,“ he said. „Jack?“

Ligature marks. Oh, no, was all Kristen could think. No, no, no.

Jack brushed some dirt from Ramey’s neck with a soft-bristled brush. „Looks like it.“

Mia swung around to look at Kristen, her eyes narrowed. „Kristen, didn’t Ramey – “

Kristen’s mind was already there. Her gut tightened, the implications far too disturbing to contemplate. But contemplate they must. „He would come up to his victims from behind and strangle them with a thick necklace-like chain, but only to cut off their air supply so they couldn’t scream. When they stopped struggling, he stopped strangling, then dragged them off to a dark part of the parking garage to rape them. It was the chain that the defense said police obtained through an unlawful search of Ramey’s apartment. If we’d had that evidence, I could have gotten the conviction. But the jury never saw it.“

„So we have a copycat,“ Reagan said, still staring at the ligature marks.

Kristen shook her head, seeing from Mia’s expression that she understood, that any way it turned out, this would be very bad. „That was a detail we never gave to the press.“

Reagan’s head turned slowly, his expression as dark as Mia’s. „Then – “

Kristen nodded. „He’s got access to restricted data.“

Mia stood up and brushed at her slacks. „Or he’s one of us.“

Reagan’s breath hissed out. „Shit.“

Thursday, February 19,

7:45 am.

The bagels and lox were still in her stomach, but they weren’t happy to be there any more than Kristen was happy to be standing at the makeshift grave of three young men who’d taken the lives of two children so heedlessly. Once again their humble servant’s map had been accurate and once again he’d left behind the headstone.