don‘t need to hurt her. Just tell us what you‘ve got onand we‘llputhimaway.
You havemyword."
Bishop chuckled. "I believe you would, Sam. I really do. Butwe both know that‘s not how this game is played, is it?"
"Nobody else has to die."
"Of course they do. How else will they learn?"
"If you kill her, you‘re doing evil, Bishop. That makes youno better than the rest of them," said Porter.
With my free hand, I maneuvered the gag back into placeand released her. It was all over so fast, but I had made mypoint (pardon my silly little pun). With another flick of my wrist,
the blade slipped back inside the sheath and out of sight as Idropped the knife into my shirt pocket. "The rules are simple,
Mrs. Carter. They‘ll only take a minute to explain, then I canleave you to your breakfast. I‘m sure you‘re famished."
Her face grew red with anger.
"Do you promise to behave while I explain the rules?"
"Fuck you!" she shouted from behind the gag.
I was taken aback. I mean, how rude! Wasn‘t I trying to helpher?
langunge in our house, Lisa.
Didn‘t I read somewhere that was to the pickDo no evil? Watson askedParter nodded. With his second victim Ellecaught that. Initially we thought the victims themselves hadwent after them, but with Elle we learned his focus wasJone something 4MK deemed wrong, and that was whereon the victims at all but on their families. Elle Borton disap-peared on April 2, 2010, nearly a year after his first victim.
She was twenty-three. Her case was handed to us when heparents received her ear in the mail two days later. Whenher body was found a little over a week after that she was
quietand gloomy the apartment felt without Heather around.
Went to get milk.
From the hardwood floor his alarm clock blinked up at himwith a cracked face displaying characters no longer resemblingumbers.
Today was going to be one of those days.
There had been a lot of those days lately.
Porter emerged from the apartment ten minutes laterIressed in his Sunday best--a rumpled navy suit he‘d boughtoff the rack at Men‘s Wearhouse nearly a decade earlier ---andnade his way down the four flights of stairs to the crampedobby of his building. He stopped at the mailboxes, pulled oulis cell phone, and punched in his wife‘s phone number.
Since this is vo
weeks. A month on the outside.‘
"Was he on something for the pain?" Porter asked.
"I found a partially digested oxycodone tablet in his stom-ach. We‘re testing his hair for older medications, things thatleft his system. I imagine we‘ll turn up morphine," said Eisley.
Porter glanced at the man‘s dark hair. Hair retained traceevidence of medication and diet. 4MK cut it short, no morethan an inch long. The average person‘s hair grows half aninch per month, meaning they should be able to get a historydating back at least a couple of months. Drug testing of hairwas nearly five times more accurate than a urine sample. Overtheyears, he had seen suspects flush drugs out of their systemwith everything from cranberry inice to consumntion of actual
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