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rid of it.

When he’d killed those little animals, the blood didn’t matter. Nobody was running around investigating the deaths of possums. He snorted and a wisp of Kelsey’s blond hair fluttered against her cheek. With one gloved finger, he flicked the hair back into place.

On her back, with her arms and legs straight, she looked like one of those mannequins in the store—not that he was a poser. He didn’t need to pose his victims in grotesque and disrespectful positions, but now Kelsey looked as perfect and untouchable in death as she’d looked alive.

He twisted his head over his shoulder and peered into the darkness, swallowing against his dry throat. He’d done his research and this part of the park didn’t have cameras, but you never knew who could be watching.

He jumped back and surveyed his handiwork, a flicker of lust stirring in his belly. He’d wanted to have sex with her, but he didn’t want to leave his DNA. He didn’t want to get caught. He had many more dates in mind. Besides, Kelsey was a nice girl. He could go pick up a hooker on Hollywood Boulevard to satisfy his needs, just as he’d done after his dates with Shelby and Marissa.

Two more steps—the most important ones. He pulled a playing card from his back pocket, leaned over Kelsey’s body and stuck it between her lips—the queen of hearts. Then he dug into the front pocket of his jeans and withdrew the box cutter. He knelt beside Kelsey and sliced off the pinkie finger of her left hand.

The souvenir.

CHAPTER ONE

“Good thing she was already dead when he took her finger.” Detective Jake McAllister lifted the victim’s wrist and grimaced. He called over his shoulder, “Tire tracks at the trailhead? We know this isn’t the kill site.”

“Too many to identify just one.” His partner, Billy Crouch, impressive in a dark gray tailored suit, purple pocket square and wing tips, strode down the trail to join Jake where he crouched beside the body. “No tire tracks, no cameras. I had one of the officers check with the park rangers.”

“No cameras at the other dump site, either. He’s being careful.” Jake rose to his feet, inhaling the scent of pine from the trees and locking eyes with an ambitious squirrel who’d been busy scurrying up and down the large oak that provided a canopy over the body.

Griffith Park was an oasis of rugged, untamed land in the middle of the urban sprawl of LA. It housed the zoo, the observatory, a concert venue, a carousel, pony rides and acres of wilderness crisscrossed with hiking trails. It had also hosted several dead bodies in its day, including the Hillside Strangler’s first victim.

Jake pointed at the card inserted between the victim’s lips. “Queen of hearts, missing finger—looks like we have a pattern here.”

Billy whistled as he pushed his sunglasses to the end of his nose. “It’s The Player all over again.”

“Copycat.” Jake raised his hand to the crime scene investigators who had just arrived at the park and waved. “The Player was working twenty years ago and abruptly stopped. He’s gotta be dead or in prison.”

“Maybe he just got paroled.” Billy picked an imaginary speck of lint from the arm of his jacket. “He could’ve been twenty when he was operating before, spent twenty years behind bars for armed robbery, assault, rape. Now he’s forty, tanned, ready and rested.”

“Could be. They never got his DNA back then. Never left any—just like these two murders.”

Billy whipped the handkerchief, which Jake had believed was just for show, out of his front pocket and dashed it across the shiny tip of one of his shoes. “Damn, it’s dirty out here.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “It’s the great outdoors. Most people don’t take hikes in Italian suits and shoes.”

Shaking his head, Billy clicked his tongue. “Only the shoes are Italian, man. The suit’s from England.”

“Excuse me, Cool Breeze.” Jake bowed to his partner. He’d given Billy the nickname Cool Breeze, and it had stuck. The man knew his fashion, his fine wines and his women.

Jake had warned him about the women because Billy already had a fine woman, Simone, at home. They needed only one divorce in the partnership, and Jake had that covered—not that he had run around on his wife, unless you counted the job as the other woman...and a lot of cops’ wives did.

Someone cleared his throat behind him. “Fingerprints?”

Jake jerked his head toward Clive Stewart, their fingerprint guy in Forensics, his shaved head already sporting a sheen. “Yeah, you can check, Clive. He didn’t leave the knife or box cutter behind that he used to slice off the finger. You might try the playing card, her neck. You know your job, man. I’ll let you and the others do it.”

As CSI got to work, Jake shuffled away from the body on the ground and eyed the crunch of people beyond the yellow crime scene tape. Although still morning, the air possessed that quiet, suffocating feel that heralded a heat wave, and the tape hung limply, already conceding defeat.

Jake pulled out his phone. Holding it up, he snapped some pictures of the looky-loos leaning in, hoping to catch a glimpse of...what? What did they hope to see? Did they want to ogle the lifeless body of this poor woman dumped on the ground?

Maybe one of them was already familiar with the position of the victim. Killers had been known to return to the scene of the crime and relive the thrill.

He swung his phone to the right to take a few more pictures from the other side of the trail. As he tipped up his sunglasses and peered into the viewfinder to zero in on his subjects, he swore under his breath.

What the hell was she doing here?

Billy stepped into his line of fire. “He wanted someone to discover her quickly. She’s not that far off the trail, but no purse or ID, so he doesn’t want us to identify her right away.”

“You’re blocking

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