They kept to the shadows so no one would know they existed, and preyed on the nameless who no one would miss. Where did they come from, and who was protecting them? In a city that had seen every kind of savagery, they were something new, something more than murderous. And one woman, who had thought she had lost everything there was to lose in life, would soon find that nothing could possibly prepare her for what would come when she entered their world.
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After Allen and his companion had left, Woodson had flipped a mental coin and decided to follow the woman. That decision commenced a nearly seven hour meander of the city, stopping at an assortment of grocery stores, dry cleaners and flower shops. Had Woodson not seen her coming out of each establishment with purchase in hand, he would almost have imagined her as some sort of bagwoman, either dropping off or collecting payments from various merchants.Instead, she presented herself as merely a city clerical worker who didn’t have time in the day to do her errands, probably because she spent a lot of time shlepping around after the chief of police.
The lady in question eventually went home, or at least Woodson assumed it hers, to a small apartment complex on the city’s west side. Small enough that, from the parking lot, the reporter could clearly see what apartment she ended up in, it then taking him just a small amount of walking around to determine the numerical designation of her place.
First thing tomorrow, he intended to use the various resources available to him, both legit and not so legit, and pin down the woman’s name, if for no other reason than to confirm that the whole thing was just as innocent, in a manner of speaking, as he figured it was.
And if it was only a matter of an illicit affair, with no political overtones or undertones, he was prepared to let the whole thing drop right there.
For now, however, he just wanted to sit at his desk for a few minutes, close his eyes and relax half of his brain while the other half found a way to make up this botched night to Maggie.
But as Woodson turned the corner of his cubicle and stood over his desk, he saw that any sort of rest wasn’t going to come his way for some time.
Barb could have just sent the image to his phone. But he had a feeling that she had wanted him to see it full size instead of on the relatively tiny screen of his phone.
He figured she wanted him to get the full impact of the visual, and had to admit that she’d succeeded.
Flat on his desk lay a blown-up photo, nearly twelve by sixteen. Even at the enhanced size, it took Woodson several seconds of peering to determine that the person in the photo was, in fact, male.
The body was so torn up that the form barely looked human.
A note was posted to the photo, clearly written in Barb’s neat, slightly loopy style of penmanship.
Placed in the exact center of the picture, right in the middle of the welter of red spreading out in all directions from that lonely shape on the pavement, the note contained a single question:
“Enough to whet your interest?”
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