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I underlined the word "caves." "What kind of caves?" |
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"Oh, you know, the typical ones, a hole in the ground." She started to giggle. Her efforts at humor were few and far between, and I was never prepared for them. |
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I grunted to let her know that, as feeble as I considered the effort to be, I still acknowledged it. "Is that it?" |
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"Well," Lucy drawled, dwelling on the obvious, "should I even bother to mention that all of the incidents have been within the Canadian border?" |
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The last one was a cheap shot. She was still laughing when I hung up. Again I checked to make sure I had a complete set of notes; the stack of file cards was growing rapidly. So far there were no surprises; if anything, my hypothesis was holding a little more water than before. The one thing that still didn't make any sense was the two completely different kinds of crimes. On one hand there was more than ample evidence of some kind of cold, calculating and skilled pathological killer who deftly carved up his victims with the skill of a surgeon. On the other, there was evidence of an almost barbaric killing machine, mutilating and in some cases devouring, his victims. Needless to say, the two didn't go hand in hand. It was like having the pieces of two different yet similar puzzles in the same box. I lit up |
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