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this deep anger. He made a mental note to push a little harder next time the subject came up.
    “Ignoring the victim herself, I studied the way she was displayed in a five-pointed style. When you see something like that, your immediate response is…” He looked at Mac.
    The man turned away from the picture. He fumbled with the tequila bottle’s cap and managed to remove it. Tanner sat back and watched Mac pour himself a shot with shaking hands. Mac was lucky he didn’t spill a drop of the liquor. A dash of salt and Mac gulped down the alcohol.
    “Your usual response would be…” Tanner prompted again.
    Mac grimaced and set the glass down. “Satan worship. Isn’t that usually what the symbol means, if it’s a pentagram?”
    “Right.”
    “But you don’t believe that’s what it means.” Mac met Tanner’s gaze. “What do you think it means?”
    Tanner pursed his lips and stared at the picture for a second. “I think he’s messing with us. It might be part of his ritual, but I don’t think it’s an important aspect of it. I checked all the photos taken at each scene. The star isn’t always complete or perfect. It’s almost like he throws it in as an afterthought.”
    “Like throwing red herrings in to distract us from the important issues?”
    “Yes and no. Some of it I believe he’s making up as he goes along. He plans out his abductions. He has to be following the women before he grabs them. No witnesses have come forward yet, meaning he knows where to grab them and when to do it. We’ve identified all five victims, so he doesn’t take them from the homeless or the prostitutes. If he did, it would be harder to identify them.”
    “He’s either very arrogant or very stupid.”
    Tanner stood and walked to the window, looking out over his front yard. “I’m inclined to lean toward the former rather than the later. The sophistication of the kidnapping and killing speaks to a highly ordered mind. Oh, I’m not saying he’s a genius or anything like that, but he’s not stupid either.”
    “He’s going to kill again, isn’t he?”
    Bracing his hands against the window frame, Tanner nodded. “I’m afraid there’ll be another woman sooner than we expect. He’s got a taste for the fear now, and it’s a hungry monster.”
    He heard the clink of glass on glass and turned to spot Mac standing, holding out a shot glass. Tanner stalked to where Mac stood and reached for the saltshaker. He pushed into Mac’s personal space, licking a line along the man’s neck.
    Mac tilted his head, giving Tanner more room. He sprinkled the salt on Mac’s wet skin. After taking the glass, he sucked the salt from his soon-to-be lover’s neck before slamming back the tequila. They both gasped.
    Tanner started to reach for the bottle to pour more out, but Mac shoved him down on the couch. Tanner barely got his glass on the floor before Mac landed on top of him. He spread his legs as best he could, making room for Mac’s hips.
    “I decided I’d rather just suck on you.”
    Tanner’s cock stiffened, and he moaned as their groins met. “Fuck me.”
    “I’ll get to that, but first I think we’re wearing too many clothes.”
    Fumbling, they somehow removed their shirts, and Tanner’s eyes closed as Mac lowered his hairy chest down on his. God, he loved a man with chest hair, maybe because he didn’t have much of his own. He reared up and crushed their mouths together, trying to control the kiss, but Mac wouldn’t let him.
    Mac threaded his fingers through Tanner’s hair and held him still while Mac conquered him. Opening, Tanner let Mac sweep his tongue in, and he sucked on it. Tequila and jalapeño peppers might have been an odd combination, but Tanner thought it might be his favorite flavor now, especially if it came mixed with Mac’s own unique taste.
    While Mac made love to his mouth, Tanner slid his hands down Mac’s broad back to grip his ass and squeeze. Mac flexed his muscles, and Tanner moaned low in