Chapter Seven: A Secret is Shared“Are you a superstitious man, Agent Cunningham?” Leonard Hamilton asked as he started to make the Y incision on Carol Miller's torso. The small n***d body reeked of engine grease. Anthony Dugan had finally managed to pull it out of the drainpipe by rubbing the interior walls with motor oil. That had happened sometime around noon.
Ted Cunningham shook his head. “I'm a man who only allows logic to rule his mind, Mr. Hamilton. What are you up to?”
Leonard didn't immediately reply. He concentrated on the cut he was making with the sharp scalpel. While his hand slowly descended down Carol's abdomen, making a deep incision, he looked up at him and said: “Then what you're about to witness here will be very hard for you, indeed.” Leo smiled thinly.
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