CHAPTER NINETEEN
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“WHAT DO YOU THINK, doc?” he asked.
“These two were also beaten and r***d, like the other one. One died more recently, the red-haired one on the right,” he said, pointing to one of the bodies. “I can’t tell you for sure now, but both were killed a few days ago. After I perform the autopsy, I’ll know more and I may tell you exactly when they died. Of course, he used the same knife. It’s that knife the guys found at McNeil’s last night. It matches the shape and dimensions of the wounds on Diane’s body. I’m sure it will match these two girls’ wounds, too.”
McNamara thanked him and went to Shorty, who, together with his people, was ransacking the basement systematically for the slightest trace.
“Have you found something we can use, lads?”
“Enough, but the case w
