Nemesis

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Authors: Catherine Coulter
Tags: Fiction, thriller, Suspense, Retail
Bamburger. From Victoria’s Secret, another pair of black lace undies that would be returned. Lori always ordered them two sizes too small.
    What was that black stain nearly covering the address? She touched it—dry and smooth. Had a clerk at the distribution center spilled something on it? It was still legible, so she tossed it into the hamper and lifted out the next package. There were more black stains, drips and smears and smudges. She frowned. What was this stuff? She lifted out the next parcel.
    And screamed.

SAVICH HOUSE
    Thursday morning
    W hen Savich’s cell blasted out Billy Ray, he’d been dreaming, not about Sherlock and the madman at JFK, but about walking through a stark white room whose walls were covered with mounted Athames, all their blades dripping blood, hundreds of them, some handles old and elaborately carved, others simple black-painted wood. The problem was he couldn’t find his way out.
    Special Agent Jeremy Haimes, the SAC of the Richmond Field Office, was on the line to tell him about a murder in the Reineke post office. “The man yesterday, Savich, the one who was murdered in the Rayburn Office Building—I’ve got another dead man and he’s from the same town—Plackett—and he was also stabbed with some kind of ceremonial knife. That’s why I called you.”
    “Jeremy, you said the body is in a post office in Reineke? How far is that from Plackett, Virginia?”
    “About twenty miles southwest of Plackett.”
    “Do you have an ID?”
    “Yes, and this is tough. He was a cop. His name was Kane Lewis, an older guy, a paunchy grandfather, well liked. He was the sheriff’s only deputy, had been for eighteen years. That’s all I know so far. Everyone’s really shaken, as you can imagine. Can you come, Savich?”
    When he, Sherlock, and Sean came downstairs half an hour later, it was to shouts from the front yard, where a half-dozen reporters were barely held in check by three FBI agents. A paparazzo had gotten close enough to snap a shot of Sean in his Transformers pajamas, staring at them out the window, a good catch. Most everyone remembered he was the kid whose video had gone viral at the San Francisco Symphony Christmas show. Savich scooped Sean up, pulled the curtains tight across the window, and took him into the kitchen as Gabriella was coming in through the back door with an FBI escort.
    Forty-five minutes later Savich and Sherlock were driving to the Reineke post office.
    •   •   •
    SAVICH STOOD OVER the metal parcel cage he’d been told was called an OTR, looked at the boxes scattered around it on the floor, streaked and smudged with blood like abstract paintings. Only the packages beneath the body had kept the blood from dripping out of the OTR. He looked down to see the body of an older man with a circle of gray hair around his head. He was torqued into a tight fetal position—difficult because he was heavy—his arms pulled between his legs. No deputy’s uniform. He wore a long-sleeved flannel shirt, old jeans, and ancient brown boots. Impossible to tell what sort of man he’d been—if he’d enjoyed jokes, if he’d loved his family, if he’d been honorable—that was all wiped away, gone in an instant, when the Athame was stuck into his heart. There had to be people out there already worrying about Kane Lewis, wondering where he was. They’d find out soon enough. Savich imagined he’d been a pleasant-looking man, but not in death. No, not in death.
    Savich touched his fingers to Lewis’s neck, his cheek. He’d been dead when he was dumped into the OTR, but for how long? Maybe two, three hours? More? He looked at the long knife sticking out of his chest. Jeremy Haimes was right. It had something of the look of the ceremonial knife in Sparky Carroll’s chest, but was much plainer. Its ebony wooden handle was carved with two sickle moons, no outfacing dragons with ruby eyes. He’d seen Athames like it in that long white room in his dream the night

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