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      Frank’s dark, tragic eyes as he watched the shiny silver casket being lowered into the grave bearing a simple gray stone marked with his sister’s name.

      Did Frank see the similarities? The telltale slash marks, the obscene pose mimicking peaceful death? Surely, he did. How could he not?

      He wondered, with envy, if Frank had been able to let go of that one violence-stained moment of his life and move on. Maybe he didn’t spend his free time obsessing on crime stats and police reports, looking for those key similarities that might suggest Tina’s killer was still out there, still taking lives.

      Still catchable.

      Good for him if he didn’t. Good for him if he could close his eyes at night and sleep in peace. Daniel couldn’t.

      He hadn’t slept peacefully in thirteen years.

      MELISSA BANNERMAN slumped in the armchair across from Rose, her expression stunned. “Someone murdered her? Last night?”

      Rose nodded.

      “My God.” Tears welled up in Melissa’s eyes, spilling down her cheeks. “Oh, my God.”

      “I hate being the one to have to tell you—”

      “How did you find out?”

      “I heard it on the radio, just before you got here.” The two o’clock news report had finally confirmed what Rose had already known. Alice Donovan was dead.

      “My God. Her poor parents.” Melissa shook her head.

      “I called the flower shop this morning like I said I would,” Rose added. It was the truth, if an incomplete version. “The woman who answered was obviously upset when I asked for Alice. I managed to get her to tell me that Alice hadn’t shown up at work on time and they couldn’t reach her at home.”

      “She lives only a block from here.” Melissa wiped her cheeks, her expression slack and numb.

      “I’d gotten that out of her employee. I went to check, but the police had arrived, and I’d thought it best to get out of the way.”

      “Was she in her apartment?”

      “The news reports don’t say.”

      “She just had a new alarm system put in her apartment. I told her it was overkill, but there’ve been two murders in the neighborhood recently, and she didn’t feel safe.” Melissa sniffled. “God, what about funeral arrangements?”

      “I imagine there’ll be some delay, given the circumstances. Give her family time to process everything, and they’ll be in touch, I’m sure.” Rose took a deep breath. “Will you let me know when you get the details? I’d like to pay my respects.”

      That wasn’t the truth; she could think of a million things she’d rather do than attend Alice Donovan’s funeral. But she knew in her bones that he’d be there. The one who’d killed her.

      So she had to be there, too.

      “The other murders—they were both young women, too, weren’t they?” Melissa asked.

      “Yes.” Sherry Nicholson had been twenty-eight, Elisa Biondi twenty-six. Both had lived in Southside and both had been to Southside bars within a day or two of their deaths.

      “I don’t want to think about my wedding today.” Melissa stood and wiped her eyes. “It’s too cruel, thinking happy thoughts today. I’ll call Monday and we’ll regroup from there.”

      Rose saw her out, watching from the doorway until she was safely to her car in Rose’s driveway. As Melissa backed her Lexus onto Mountain Avenue, Rose started to close the door.

      Until she caught sight of the blue sedan across the street.

      A ripple of unease fluttered through her. The windows of the car were tinted dark, but she could make out the shape of someone in the driver’s seat.

      Heart thudding, she went back inside the house and locked the door behind her, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

      It could be nothing. A salesman between appointments, pulled over to talk on his cell phone. Someone considering one of the empty apartments dotted along Mountain Avenue.

      Or the man who’d accosted her this morning on her way back from Alice’s.

      She peered out the tall, narrow window that flanked the door, hoping the bright daylight would hide her from view.

      The sedan was gone.

      She slumped against the wall, not sure whether to be relieved or alarmed.

      HIS HEART POUNDED a swift, steady cadence, blood rushing in his ears. He always felt energized after he took his prey, but this time was different in an entirely unexpected way.

      Because of her.

      The pretty brunette who’d tried to warn Alice that she was going to die.

      He hadn’t planned to kill sweet Alice last night. He’d noticed her when she arrived at the club, her wavy dark hair spilling around her shoulders in soft waves. Pretty in an obvious way, she’d fascinated him with her reckless need to dance off whatever was bothering her. He’d fantasized about the first cut, the blood trickling over her pink cheeks and down into the cleft between her full breasts. But he hadn’t planned to kill her. Until he’d heard the other woman’s warning.

      “I see death.”

      Somehow, she’d known, even before he’d made his selection. She’d known that Alice was the one.

      When she’d showed up outside Alice’s apartment this morning, he’d known for certain that something special was happening.

      He’d found his muse.

      Chapter Three

      “I’d like to see Ms. Bannerman,” Daniel said.

      The receptionist, a motherly-looking woman in her midforties, arched one eyebrow as she read the business card he’d handed her. “Do you have an appointment?”

      “No. I was in the area when I had the idea I’d like to discuss with her, so I thought I’d drop in to see if she had a moment to speak with me.” Daniel smiled at the woman, hoping a little charm might nudge her toward buzzing her boss.

      “I’ll see if she’s available.” The receptionist looked pointedly toward the brown-leather wing-backed chairs in the waiting area. Daniel retreated to one of them, taking a look around the office of Bannerman and Bannerman Publishing.

      It was a converted loft on Morris Avenue; unlikely digs for a publishing company that had been in business for more than a hundred years. The Bannermans were old money and lots of it, but apparently the new generation was dragging the company kicking and screaming into the new millennium.

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