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the scene. Pubic hair and latex burns were found, but not from rape. That was purposeful. He wanted me to think he could rape her. That he was able to perform.
    This was n’t for sex: it was for the screams. So why cut out her tongue?
    I saw him as he watched her blood in the moonlight. Blood appears as black as oil under the moon. This fascinated him. It explained many things to him. That something wasn’t what it always appeared and all you had to do was change the context and it was something else.
    He wouldn’t be able to resist taking a part of her with him. The fingers were cut off according to the autopsy report. Would he keep them as trophies? Strip the flesh and make a necklace of the bones? Maybe. But no … that’s not what it was. That was too public. He didn’t want public. This death occurred in the woods away from the public. He wanted something private, something permanent that was just between the two of them, something that would mean she was always a part of him.
    H e ate them.
    “You must be Jon.”
    I snapped out and for a moment, forgot where I was. I saw a young woman, maybe thirty, standing at the doorway. She wore a suit and had an FBI badge dangling from a blue lanyard. Her hair was dirty blonde and she was smiling at me.
    “Yeah,” I said, swallowing, “yes. I’m Jon Stanton.”
    She walked toward me and held out her hand. I shook it and it was smooth with lotion. “Melissa Harding.”
    “Nice to meet you.”
    “You too. Kyle talked you up quite a bit.”
    A man came in behind her, also wearing a suit and an FBI badge. His hands were in his pockets and he stood behind her and looked at me. He didn’t say hello and didn’t stick out his hand.
    “This the guy?” he said.
    “This is Adam. Don’t mind him,” Melissa said, “he just lost a hundred bucks on a Lakers game.”
    “So you’re the guy who’s going to solve this mess, huh?”
    “No,” I said calmly. “No I’m not here for that. I’m just here to look at evidence and see if I can help. David was my friend.”
    “He was my friend too. One of the best agents I ever worked with. And you know what? When I asked for agents to swarm this little town so we can find who killed him, you know what Kyle told me? He said they didn’t have the funds for it. So instead they flew out a rent-a-cop.”
    “I’m sorry you feel that way,” I said. I didn’t have the stomach for confrontation right now. I felt queasy and weak and wanted to take out the package of Tums in my pocket, but I resisted and instead stood up and placed the chair back under the desk.
    “Adam, why don’t you grab us some coffee?”
    “They don’t have any here.”
    “I know, just run up the street. It’s not far.”
    He looked to me and to her and rolled his eyes as he walked out.
    “Sorry,” she said. “He’s taking this kinda hard.”
    “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the outsider. I wouldn’t have come except I felt I owed it to David. He helped me on something when no one else would.”
    “He helped a lot of people. Even me.”
    I looked up to the photographs on the wall. “ He had his problems, but he was a good man.”
    “So,” she said, glancing up to the photos, “you ready to dig in? David was close.”
    “How so?”
    “He had a good profile worked up. White male, mid-twenties, unemployed or underemployed but with an above average intelligence. Either an avid hunter or some law enforcement training because of the accuracy of the shot to the first victim’s face. Her boyfriend was in the car and he shot him with an arrow first before going after Tiffany. The arrow went right through the brain. David thought he did all this to humiliate her. That’s why he used the branch to rape her. I think that’s pretty spot-on actually.”
    I shook my head, not taking my eyes off the photo of Tiffany. “That’s not why he did it.”
    “You don’t think he wanted to humiliate her?”
    “That wasn’t his primary motivation. He