He’d looked up the definition in the musty dictionary left in the spare room on the shelf. He’d always thought it funny his parents had put it there, like Webster’s was some sort of decoration that would welcome guests and make them feel at home. It said: Primarily a divine decree or fixed sentence by which the order of things is prescribed … Or better yet the list of synonyms; destiny, doom, fortune, death, destruction. Yes, the Hunter believed in fate. * * * The medical examiner’s report sat on the desk and Ellie stared at it as if maybe her prolonged scrutiny would summon up something new from the neatly typed words. “She wasn’t raped,” Rick said. He took a drink from a Styrofoam cup, his face somber. “I’d already thought there was no sexual assault because of the panty hose. I can’t really imagine trying to get a pair of panty hose back on a dead woman. Really, why the hell would he bother?” “Why the hell would he kill anyone in the first place?”
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