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major homicide before. I saw a few dusty footprints on the natural-stone kitchen floor. I doubted they belonged to the killers or the Brodys.
    Jamilla had made her way around the large kitchen and now she came up to me. She’d seen enough already. She shook her head, and really didn’t have to say what she was thinking. The local police had messed up this crime scene pretty badly.
    “This is beyond strange,” she finally said in a low whisper. “These killers have so much hatred in them. I’ve never seen anything like it. The rage. Have you, Alex?”
    I looked into Jamilla’s eyes but said nothing. Unfortunately, I had.

Chapter 17

    THE STORY detailing a “rampage” of West Coast murders dominated the front page of the
San Francisco Examiner
. All hell had broken loose.
    William and Michael watched it unfold on TV that night. They were impressed with themselves, though they had expected the news story to break soon. They were counting on it, in fact. That was the plan.
    They were
the special ones
. The chosen team to get the job done. Now they were on their mission. On the road again.
    They were chowing down at a diner in Woodland Hills, north of L.A., off I-5. People in the restaurant noticed them. How could they not? Both were over six feet two, with blond ponytails, strapping, well-muscled bodies, and dressed completely in black. William and Michael were the archetypes of modern boyhood:
wild animal
meets
entitled prince
.
    The news was playing out on TV. The murders were the lead story, of course, and the sensationalized coverage lasted for several minutes. Frightened people in Los Angeles, Las Vegas, San Francisco, and San Diego were interviewed on camera and had the most incredibly insipid things to say.
    Michael frowned and then looked over at his brother. “They got it all wrong. Mostly wrong, anyway. What idiots, what fucking drones.”
    William took a bite of his dreary sandwich, then he stared up at the TV again. “Newspapers and TV always get it wrong, little brother. They’re part of the larger problem, what has to be fixed. Like those two lawyers in Mill Valley. You finished here?”
    Michael wolfed down the remainder of his extra-rare cheeseburger in a voracious bite. “I am, and I’m also hungry. I need to feed.” His beautiful blue eyes were glazed.
    William smiled and kissed his brother on the cheek. “C’mon, then. I have a good plan for tonight.”
    Michael held back. “Shouldn’t we be a little careful? The police are out looking for us, right? We’re a big deal now.”
    William continued to smile. He loved his brother’s naïveté. It amused him. “We are an incredibly big deal. We’re the next big thing. C’mon, little brother. We both need to feed. We deserve it. And besides, the police don’t know who we are. Always remember this: The police are incompetent fools.”
    William drove their white van back down the road they had traveled through Woodland Hills before they had stopped at the diner. He was sorry they couldn’t have brought the cat, but this trip was too long. He pulled the van into an obnoxiously lit shopping mall and studied the signs: Wal-Mart, Denny’s, Staples, Circuit City, Wells Fargo bank. He despised every one of them as well as the people who shopped there.
    “We’re
not
looking for prey here?” Michael asked. His bright blue eyes darted around the mall and he looked concerned.
    William shook his head. The blond ponytail wagged. “No, of course not. These people aren’t worthy of us, Michael. Well, maybe that blond girl in the tight blue jeans over there is marginally worthy.”
    Michael cocked his head sideways, then licked his lips. “She’ll do. For an appetizer.”
    William hopped out of the van and walked to the far end of the parking lot. He was strutting a little, smiling, his head held high. Michael followed. The brothers crossed through the backyard of the Wells Fargo bank. Then the full parking lot of the Denny’s restaurant, which