CHAPTER FORTY THREE
O’Malley was prickly on the other end of the phone.
“What do you want?” he said.
“You’ve got the wrong guy in lockup,” Avery replied, excited and pumped full of adrenaline. “He’s probably some goon sent by Desoto.”
“You told me that yesterday.”
“There’s another body,” she added. “Up in Chelsea on the other side of the river. It was placed there last night. I’m here now. A woman was buried up to her waist. She had a bow and arrow in her hands. She matches our killer’s MO. Sagittarius. The third sign. I figured it out.”
“What did you figure out?”
“He’s trying to create a Grand Mutable Cross, it’s a rare astrological event. Four planets form a perfect square. It’s supposed to usher in a new age of transformation.”
“Grand mutable what?”
“Two of the women he killed
