He imagined dousing her with gasoline and setting her on fire, then watching her writhe in pain and listening with pleasure to her screams. Just the thought made him want to take her again, but instead he took a photograph with his cell phone. Then she groaned. Only it was not the sound of a vict...
“Detective Fulton, I am handing you People’s Exhibits Eighteen and Nineteen marked for identification. First of all, can you identify them?” Always thorough and smart on and off the stand, Clay Fulton made a show of examining the outside of each envelope. “Yes, they are envelopes in which I place...
It was a clear day, but the October sun had yet to warm the bones of Crosby Street. Its old paving stones and brick buildings were bathed in shadows, and the chilly air that had blown in the previous night from the East River lingered in the narrow confines. Still, once he’d pulled his peacoat a ...