the way all good runners do.

 But you won??t be fast enough
 But you won??t be fast enough. They were catching up to her.They had been killing together for five years. They??re really good kids. ??C??mon! Let??s go.?? He finally turned to us and made his pronouncement.??You??re running.??Walter Lee nodded. tried to focus her eyes. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle.??I hung up and sprinted out of the house in Woodbridge. Sergeant Davis O??Hara. Keep up with me. I was planning to catch him. I caught Jamilla??s eye.??You mind if I take this? It??s important.

 Thanks for reminding me.??I spoke in a low voice. John Sampson. What had happened to him? She had to get help. Could be semen. He worked behind a desk. almost under his breath. They were catching up to her. I??m having dinner with an attractive. He??d used a knife. Martha had known that all along. it was a tiger. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. ??More fuckable. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. are you Detective Cross???I had noticed her just before she spoke to me.

 She had lost nearly seventy percent of her blood supply.?? I told her. Jesus. Has to be. to say the least.??Are you sure? That doesn??t seem possible.Another one of my partners was dead. The first question was an obvious one. It??s her case and she??s supposed to be competent. it skidded to a stop. She looked up. How could I forget it?A sixteen-year-old runaway girl from Orlando. I can cook if I have to. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME. and we??re lucky to have him on this case. O??Hara.

 As William stared off at the foothills. staring into the distance at the rich. She was a friend of Betsey??s.Michael was only seventeen. grabbing onto flesh with his teeth. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore. able to clamp down hard enough to crush bone. Jamilla Hughes and I were inside the morgue at San Francisco??s famed Hall of Justice. So why are you still playing the dating game??? I understood exactly what Elizabeth meant.Betsey??s brown eyes were staring up at me. I wondered what else he knew. It came from far enough behind them that she wasn??t worried.When he was finished. Christ. but most of all gut-wrenching. ??C??mon! Let??s go.

 wasn??t it? So welcome to San Francisco.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. Two men jumped out and ran to her. aren??t you? Keep running.Michael was only seventeen. I noticed Inspector Hughes give a wink to the ME. Our table was lit by a simple crystal votive candle. I??d resist the sell out of any idea that originated with the FBI. Two mouths. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. Patricia Cameron? There have been two murders in San Francisco that match up.They had been killing together for five years. They??re really good kids. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods. This means the tiger can only tear and crush food. He??d used a knife.

 ??C??mon! Let??s go. but I think I just spotted a little pussy. It isn??t happening for some reason. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore.7 she said. incomparable. ??You forgot that you used to walk barefoot. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. forty?????Forty-two. Dr Cross. as I walked off the plane and into crowded San Francisco International Airport. He carried himself with confidence. I went back to join Elizabeth at our table. blonde FBI agent I knew named Sandy Hammonds. do you believe this shit!?? Sampson yelled and pounded the wall of the van. On verbal command.

??I said to Damon.????I can already taste a dos Equis. He wore a white coat with the nickname Dragon stitched on one pocket. Why there? Visit park if possible.How could this have happened? What did it mean? I saw Betsey??s small body sprawled on the hardwood floor and I went cold. What had happened to him? She had to get help. mourning Betsey. Dr fang. down-to-earth. I thought so. Why there? Visit park if possible. So was Michael. The irony stung. Blazing red eyes stared down at her.The cell phone rang again before I got to the car.Her boyfriend??s screams were ringing in her ears and she wasrunning in total panic.

 and gave Dr Pang a pat on the back. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back. right. Alex. Both of them were growling. and then they take a little more. a good spot for this kind of thing. Died from massive blood loss. she was pretty sure she??d broken her right arm.Busted!I looked across the table at her - and I blinked. Victims hung by feet from oak tree.??Jamilla. good. The Mastermind was on my cell phone. and they kept getting better and better at it.I forced myself to walk down a long hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house.

 Extraordinary. She didn??t particularly look like a homicide detective.What game were the killers playing? Autoerotic? I remembered the related case in Washington. Is that even remotely possible? What animal would attack a jogger in a big city park? Seems far-fetched to say the least.??! said. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me. though God knows.?? Suddenly the two runners?? playful exchange was interrupted by a much louder growl. She put some distance between herself and Davis. I noted that a businessman near the gate was reading The Examiner. The girl in DC had suffered savage bites all over her body. The van was really clipping along. He didn??t just kill Betsey. ??Okay. He wore a white coat with the nickname Dragon stitched on one pocket.Male and female victims found dead at 3:20 A.

 The male was severely bitten. and laughed. He was flawless. but they keep changing.A woman walked up to me as I started away from the gate. and all that blood. please stop.??My boyfriend is hurt. very nice.Teeth marks on male appear to be those of large animal.?? Martha said in a steady.?? I went to the restroom area and used my cell phone to call Kyle Craig in Virginia.?? Jannie said. We??re real close. It was his second year with the Washington Boys Choir and he was doing real well.??Actually.

 I was ecstatic that Damon was good enough to sing with the group. in fact.Immortal.She reached one of the paved auxiliary roads that twisted through the park. if you can??? A tiger shouldn??t be all that hard to find in San Francisco. a reflex over which I had no control.?? I joined in with the hallelujah chorus of praise.Michael was only seventeen.??Don??t get used to it. He loved it out here. and laughed. but I didn??t have any trouble rinding it.The cat pounced quickly. We??re picking up different locations. A runner and a large dog???Let??s get out of these woods.??You win.

 We??re in San Francisco. ??What??s your day look like? Any big plans??? he asked. partner.??I will be home for Damon??s concert on Saturday. It??s time for me to kick your well-formed. but most of all gut-wrenching. missing her terribly. trying to figure out something coherent about Betsey??s murder. She was probably in her mid-thirties.United States Army Lieutenant Martha Wiatt and her boyfriend. But what was catching up to her???Martha! There??s something behind me.??I??ll be home by Saturday. and that was probably good. please stop. Of course. she ran forward in a clumsy stumble.

 He was flawless. Someone. So I took an extra few while I could get them. imitating Nana??s wicked cackle. too. Day by day he left behind the shabby baggage of his past life. which serve different functions. You??re next. They had instructed the boys that the outside world was not only dangerous but wrong.??he said.??I could see that we were getting off the D Street Exit.?? ??Saturday. But you won??t be fast enough. Ever. and Kyle tends to be thorough if a bit long-winded. much prettier.

Because he??s the Mastermind. The brothers had slept with their mother. The similarities to the California murders were too striking to ignore.??I could get used to this. They were growing up way too fast for me. okay. We swabbed to gather saliva. I??ve seen way too much of him.??You win. I had my marching orders and I planned to keep my promises from now on. I used to walk barefoot through those nasty tobacco fields to school. this is San Francisco! ??Please stop.?? one of them whispered against Martha??s ear. ??What??s the saying -??catch a tiger. Alien. Alex.

 He was already six feet three and a hundred-eighty-five pounds. So I took an extra few while I could get them.??Walter Lee said. I??m right here with you. Under ordinary circumstances its prey would have been pigs and piglets. You solved Jack and Jill. Their mother and father had been hippies. bouncing like a wet ball. So did I. Now what had happened?Kyle knew who was calling back. Her grip was strong. they have teeth of different sizes and shapes. nice looking. The screams were so terrifying that she almost stopped running.William walked away. sugar.

 Elizabeth. She had never seen such teeth in her life. Jesus. but none could be proved. it??s exactly what I came out here to see. The jaw of a tiger is extremely strong.??The bastard had been making obscene. Davis??s screams had stopped. I was reeling.The large. we??d better hurry. one of their favorite things in San Francisco. I called Sampson in Washington and he picked up on the second ring.??Explain. It??s a whole lot more interesting than any trolley-car ride. the way all good runners do.