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for it, his hand coming up with a real estate sign indicating the house was sold. He shook his head and sighed, inhaling deeply of the cold air. Some killers had all the luck and this one had been lucky. He had chosen the house next to Dunbar and it had been empty. He walked back to the front steps, bending down carefully this time, the green eyes fixed on the prints, searching for any thing that could give them a clue about the killer. No cigarette butts anywhere around, meaning the killer wasn’t a smoker or if he was, he was a careful one, taking the butts with him, leaving nothing. Turner left the house, his eyes taking in the footprints again, this time coming back from Dunbar’s place. He walked with his hands in his pockets, eyes glued to the ground and for several feet he was able to keep the prints in sight, until eventually they were gone, obliterated. He looked back to the crime scene, realizing that he was almost a block and a half away from them. The killer had walked to the crime area and had probably parked a vehicle somewhere close, away from the scene, of that he was now sure. He made his way back, talking to Holt, who sent a man immediately to the house. They would search the small entrance with a fine-tooth comb, and if something was there, they would find it. The way things were going for them right now, Turner thought dourly, the damn area would probably be sterile too. He turned his attention to the first officer on the scene, Seaman, a patrol officer with plenty of experience, looking at the pad with the names of people that had come to the scene
    The noise of a car made him raise his head, the green eyes resting on a man in civilian clothes coming out of an unmarked unit. The Assistant Chief of Police had arrived.
    “Great…just fucking great,” he said softly, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stepping on it. He jammed his hands inside the coat pockets and started walking back to the scene. The sooner he got this unpleasantness out of the way the better off he would be, he thought grimly. He gritted his teeth and thrust his jaw forward. The Assistant Chief of Police, Thomas Crowley, was his ex-wife’s uncle and ever since the divorce he had been giving Turner the cold shoulder and had made a few remarks that told him that his ex was talking a lot of crap that wasn’t true about them, but then…that was the way of some women, especially the ones that couldn’t take no for an answer. He knew that the marriage was dead long before she decided it was and that no matter how much he loved her, he was not going to quit his job or do anything different than what he was doing now. He was a cop when she married him, she knew the work he did, the ugliness of the world he inhabited. She hated his work and the long hours spent tracking killers and after two years it was over. She had moved back to the family mansion for a while and soon he realized that he was being perceived as the bad boy of the marriage, that the split was entirely his fault for not quitting the force, for not pleasing his wife.
    “Yeah…sure, it was all my fault”, he told himself softly, approaching the group of men already clustered around the Chief.
    “Assholes”, Turner murmured softly, hunching his shoulders against the bitter wind, breathing deeply of the cold air, the Chief’s eyes following his progress toward them.

CHAPTER 4  

    January 13, 1995 Chicago
    6:30 a.m.
    She stood still in front of the glass window, feeling the rush of adrenaline running through her body, still high, making everything crystal clear, her breathing coming slow and steady. From where she stood, she could see the small lights of boats docked on the lake frontage and she could see them swinging back and forth as the waves pushed them, only to be held by their anchors. Her apartment, on the twentieth floor, faced the lake, the main reason she had acquired it. During the summer months the vista was incredible, making her feel small and