“Oh dear Lord in the morning!” said Richards, who

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had crossed the road to shine her own light on his

find.

There, hidden from casual view was a naked torso

that was armless, legless, and headless as well. Because

it was lying on its back, it took them a moment to ori-

ent themselves, to realize that the three black stumps

nearest them were probably the neck and what was left

of the upper arms, which meant that the opposite end

should have been the sex organs. It was probably male

like the earlier parts they had found. There was a mat of

hair between the flat breasts, but nothing was left in the

genital area except a dark ugly gouge.

Denning drove the crime scene van down to the site

and set up his floodlights. As he surveyed what was left

of the body before taking pictures, he shook his head

and said to Dwight, “You know something, Major? We

got ourselves one pissed-off killer.”

Every man in the group felt a painful twinge of sym-

pathetic horror as they gazed down at the mutilated vic-

tim. Dwight, too. Once again, he thought of the church

sign where they had found the first hand.

With what measure you mete, it shall be measured

to you again.

What the hell had the guy done to wind up like this,

with his personal parts strewn across the county?

At the other end of the state, Flame Smith turned off

the main highway and shifted to low gear. The engine

protested against the steep climb ahead and her tires

spun against the loose gravel, before they gained trac-

tion and began to inch upward.

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MARGARET MARON

Tree branches brushed either side of the car. Normally

she enjoyed the roller-coaster effect of this drive, but

that was in daylight. Tonight, the sky was overcast. No

moon. No stars. Only her headlights to illuminate the

opening between the trees. Driving up here to Buck

Harris’s mountain retreat had been an impulse fueled

by bourbon and anger.

That he could be so cavalier as to go off to sulk about

the money he was going to have to give up in this di-

vorce settlement! Did he really think that staying away

from court would somehow make that fat greedy wife

of his settle for less? And even if she did wind up with

a full half of their assets, how much money did a per-

son need? As someone who had been forced to scrabble

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