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Reaching out, he once again touched the dent on the side of the Mathushek, left there from when he’d smashed her head into it four months ago.
One must always be careful cleaning up after a kill.
“She knew the drill when we first hooked up.” “She thought you’d come around.”
“Thought we were all done with that shit.”
His grandparents had raised him after his teenage mother had died of an overdose when he was just an infant.
“Don’t you have any manners? Pick that shit up.”
Seems like it’s been there awhile, as the soil was pretty settled around it. I’m guessing it was the Chief’s?”
The crate was sealed with two locks, one on each side, and there was a long crack down the side of one wall.
The contents were jumbled, and it took Matt a moment to process what he was looking at.
Lucy Shank was a drug addict, and had died in 1985 of a drug overdose at the age of sixteen, when Matt was only a baby.
Sarah Marquez had also been raped vaginally and anally, both with and without a blunt object, and strangled to death.
Rufus Wedge was shot and killed by Edward Shank’s team in 1985. Sarah Marquez’s murder didn’t happen until 1987.
Matthew reminded Edward so much of himself. The ambition, the aggression, the darkness that seethed just below the surface . . . it was all there, just waiting to be unleashed.
The itch was coming back.
He would need the release, and there would be no other alternative. There never had been. Lucy. How he missed her.
Edward grabbed the man by the throat. One deep breath, then Edward banged the man’s head into the granite counter.
punched PJ square on the jaw as hard as he could.
Then his mouth closed and his whole body went slack. No. No no no. You’ve got to be kidding me. This cannot be happening.
“Fuck your back,”
Matt had realized almost immediately that they were no longer there to discuss business.
“Oh come off it.”
Her vision began to darken, and then it was over.
“we’ve learned that the Seattle Police Department is searching for a new serial killer terrorizing the city of Seattle, referred to as the Butcher two-point-oh.”
How was it possible that anyone could live this long being this stupid?
Sarah. He would never forget the lovely Sarah Marquez, nor would he ever want to.
Her daughter’s name was Samantha.
It had been two years since his last kill, and the urges, for the most part, had passed.
Edward had handpicked the guy out of a dozen possibilities. He was a lifelong career criminal with a history of sexual assault and a tendency to never stay in one place longer than a few months,
The best part was the burn.
CODIS
Turns out both sets of DNA share certain markers that prove they’re father and son. The father killed Bonnie/Joyce. The son killed PJ Wu.”
“Whoever killed PJ Wu is the son of whoever killed Bonnie Tidwell.”
DNA found on PJ Wu’s body to one Matthew Shank. Current address: 1789 Poppy Lane in the Sweetbay neighborhood of Seattle. Owner of Adobo, located in Fremont.
