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SOMEONEOR SOMETHINGHAD KILLED THEM |
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"I've never seen anything like it," I muttered. |
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"It's a goddamn sicko, that's what it is." |
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This was the part of it I had never gotten used to. I forced myself to move in closer and made a more careful assessment. Each of the incisions in the boy's chest had been made with uncanny precision. The chest cavity had been pried open and the heart removed, with each artery severed at just the precise location. It appeared as though the youth had just lain back and allowed whatever it was to take his source of life. He had a stupid, almost euphoric look on his face, like he had been viewing the whole proceeding and only when the blood quit pumping to his numbed brain had realized what was happening. |
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The girl hadn't fared much better. The butcher had obviously been attracted to her eyes. Consequently, she stared back at me with hollow and empty sockets, a futile, pleading look on her young face. |
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I shuddered and stepped back. |
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