CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Officer Hamilton helped Polidori lift the body of the week’s earlier victim onto the central butcher’s block. He was younger than the elderly gentleman at his side, but taller, his bare feet hanging over the end of the table.
“Do you think they could be family?” Hamilton said.
Polidori gently pushed strands of blonde hair back from the younger’s forehead.
“They do have similar facial features, particularly the nose and brow.” He picked up his ledger and started to sketch. First the faces of the two deceased, then the wounds inflicted upon each. Whereas the elder was damaged about the calf and ankle, the younger had been mauled above the knee, chunks of muscle ripped loose from the inner thigh. Polidori squeezed the flesh of the intact leg. “By their clothing alone we k
