CHAPTER NINETEEN
“MY SWEET KIM,” HE WHISPERED as he looked longingly at her picture. “My perfect May angel. The time cannot possibly pass quickly enough until I can be one with your light.”
He sighed, then opened a second browser window.
Time to line out June while I’m waiting for my date with Kim, he purred to himself.
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BY ELEVEN A.M. MONDAY, Joe and Nathan had confirmation from Broder that succinylcholine had once again been the weapon of choice used in Darla’s death. In addition, Trish had verified that the trace evidence on her skin was Perpetual Youth.
They’d also eliminated three more names on the suspect list.
Joe’s desk phone rang in the middle of their discussion of the autopsy and lab results.
“Wallace,” he snapped, then, “Hey, Rick. What’s up?”
He listened,
