CHAPTER 21
THE PROFILEHe pointed the gun at them. “Get out of the van.” The two girls complied. He made them walk out into the field where he had dug a ditch earlier. Holding the tyre iron firmly in his fist, he swung it hard at the fourteen-year-old. She dropped like a sack of potatoes. Aiming his twenty-five-calibre pistol at her, he shot her in the head. He did the same to the sixteen-year-old girl who didn’t die instantly, so he had to shoot her again.
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Angelo and Marco returned to the police station from the woodlands where they had had another reported crime by a bushwalker. This time they found two bodies buried within metres of each other. Angelo clenched his fist and slammed it hard against his desk.
“Hey, calm down, Angelo. We have to give a rough profile of the murders to
