Chapter Thirty Eight
Shortly before 4 AM, Lieutenant Victor Garcia had, “HAD IT.”
Headless corpses were stacking up like jets over LaGuardia Airport and nobody knew nothing.
Standing in the cold with the rain batting his Burberry raincoat and plastic cop hat, he looked at the Red and Blue lights of the cop cars, which only fouled his bad mood further. Watching the coroner’s wagon, and the SUV’s the ghouls of the Las Vegas Crime Scene Investigation squad used as they diligently poked around the alcove with their scientific, voodoo crime paraphernalia, made him antsy.
In his mind, those geek scientists made him even uneasier than the killer might if he suddenly appeared standing before him. They really enjoyed their gruesome work, and that made his skin tingle, for it was creepy how clos
