Chapter 8
“Fifth verse, same as the first.” Josh walked slowly around the bed, taking in Bad Kitty’s latest handiwork.
“Not one thing different, unless you count the colors,” Matt added from where he knelt on the floor. He followed the soft purple rope with his gloved hands to where it was tied to the metal bed frame. “Last set of ropes was blue; before that, green.”
“Do they come in packages?” one of the uniformed officers asked.
“Not that we’ve seen in the stores or online.”
Matt stood and stared down at the victim whose throat, like the others, had been slit. No…slit wasn’t the right word. More like…
“Guy’s head looks partially severed.” Jerry Ross, the medical examiner, finished Josh’s thought while he placed his bag on the floor next to the bed. “There’s a lot of strength behind
