Lindsey double-checked the house number, then rang the doorbell. He heard muffled sounds, as if someone was stumbling around inside the house, sobs and fragments of speech.
He tried the door and it swung open.
A woman handed him something and he took it instinctively. It was sticky. It was covered with blood. It was a ceremonial dagger decorated with a swastika and Nazi eagle.
The woman was sobbing and babbling. She was spattered with blood, blood in her blonde-streaked light brown hair, blood on her white tee shirt and khaki shorts, blood on her face, her bare arms and legs and running shoes.
Lindsey heard a car screech to a stop and a voice behind him call out, “Freeze!”
He turned toward the voice. The blood-covered woman was behind him now. He was holding the bloody dagger. A black
