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still keep in contact with her, still keep tabs on her whereabouts, he had not made the effort. He had moved three times since then. There was no telling how many times she had moved. Periodically, he got the urge to run her name through the computer and find out where she lived now, but he didn’t know her current last name, was not even sure if she was still married to the same man.

It was strange to think that two people who had once been so close could now not even know if the other was still alive. There’d been a time when he had honestly believed that he could not live without her, when he had selfishly hoped that they would both live well into their nineties and that he would die first so he would not have to go on alone. He’d been alone for over fifteen years now, and the woman with whom he’d shared his most intimate secrets, his worst fears, was now a stranger, sharing the hopes and dreams of another man he did not even know.

Horton slid off the table, stood. What the hell was he doing thinking about this? Why was he wasting his time on this nostalgia crap? There were enough problems for him to be concentrating on in the here and now. More than enough.

The murders for one.

The murder investigations were not going at all as planned. The police were doing everything they could—interviewing friends, family, and business acquaintances, combing the nearby neighborhoods for possible witnesses, quizzing the appropriate file suspects—but there was no real evidence to go on, and despite the sophistication of their techniques, none seemed to be forthcoming. With the obvious cult angle, he would have thought Fowler’s murder would be a little easier to work up a lead on, but both investigations were stalled at the starting point. They were simply going through the motions, following procedure, hoping something new would turn up. If these two killings were connected—and everyone from the chief on down believed they were—the murderer knew his stuff. He was obviously crazy, but he was just as obviously not stupid.

And that was a terrifying combination.

Jack Hammond thought it was something else entirely. He wouldn’t say exactly what he thought was happening—apparently he belonged to some cult or fringe group that required a vow of secrecy—but he’d hinted around about resurrection and prophecy and all sorts of wacky religious crap. Which was why he’d been taken off the case.

Horton walked into the hallway, glanced up and down the corridor. At the far end he saw the captain still in his office, his silhouette outlined clearly against the lit window that faced the hall. As Horton watched, he saw the older man discreetly pour a shot of whisky into his McDonald’s coffee cup. Horton frowned. Captain Furnier drinking on the job? He could not believe what he was seeing. The captain was the most by-the-book officer he had ever met, a man who went into rages if staff meetings were not conducted according to proper procedure. This was definitely not like him.

Hammond. Furnier.

There were a lot of weird things going on.

The captain looked up, out of the window, saw him.

Horton immediately ducked back into the computer room. He stood in front of the printer and began folding the long roll of reports.

A moment later, he heard the captain’s heavy footsteps pass in the hallway, but he did not look up and the captain did not stop by.

Officer Dennis McComber pulled out of the Winchell’s parking lot, cinnamon roll in hand, a Styrofoam cup of coffee between his legs. He cruised down Main toward the periphery of town, eyes open for drinkers, tokers, partiers, parkers, the usual Friday night offenders. He was glad to be on the street again, happy to be driving. It was routine duty, but it sure beat working with Horton on homicide. It sure as hell beat that.

That glamour shit might look good on TV, might impress the women in conversation, but it was a creepy damn business and he didn’t like it one bit.

He drove across the Spring Street intersection and slowed down as he passed the park. He was tempted to shine his light in the dark section of the parking lot, underneath the trees, but he was still eating the cinnamon roll and his fingers were sticky. He finished the pastry and drove with his knees while he pulled out a Wet One and cleaned his hand.

He took a sip of coffee. Working homicide was different than he’d thought it would be. A lot different. The academy training had taught him what to do and how to act, but it had not prepared him emotionally for the experience. All the films and reenactments in the world could not adequately simulate the intense pressure and heightened reality of an actual murder scene.

And no dummy or playacting test subject, no matter how good the makeup, could ever fill in for a real corpse.

Particularly not a corpse that had been mutilated.

McComber shivered, turning down the air conditioning though he knew the coldness came from within. He’d had nightmares about Fowler the watchman ever since that day at the winery. Nightmares in which Fowler, bloody and faceless, had stood in the fermenting cave and screamed endlessly with the raw, open hole that had been his mouth. Nightmares in which Fowler had chased him through a tortured, shadowed landscape of living grapevines to a monstrous vat of black wine. Nightmares in which he had gone to work and everyone in the station had been horribly, bloodily disfigured.

Last night he’d gotten drunk, really drunk, blackout drunk, for the first time since he’d met Julie. She hadn’t understood, had been frightened of him, and though part of him had wanted to seek her sympathy, another part had wanted to hit her, hurt her, make her pay for the way he was feeling, and he’d had to force himself not to punch her in

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