Kiss the Girls Page #2

I love you.

Of course you do.

Aah!

Good afternoon, Sergeant.

Dr. Alex Cross,|Washington, D.C.P.D.

I'd like to see|Chief Hatfield, please.

The chief's tied up|at the moment.

We'll let him know you're here.|I'm sure he'll be with you...

as soon as he possibly can.|Take a load off.

Thank you.

Dr. Cross.

You've been waiting for us|for a while.

About 2 hours.

We got us|a laid back way down here.

So I see.

Good. Run these names|through the printer.

I'm sorry about the wait.

Nick Ruskin.

Nick.

- Davey Sikes.|- Sikes.

It's been real busy 'round here.

We've had a homicide and not|your garden variety, either.

Meaning?

That's all I know.

We're heading out there now.

You can ride with us|if you like.

The board shows|8 women missing.

How closely connected are they?

They all share the same profile.

All young, late teens,|early twenties...

pretty, all from inside|the research triangle...

and each of them was ambushed.|No witnesses.

Does his homework.

And then he ties 'em|naked to a tree...

and chops off their hair.

Only 2 bodies have been found.

This'll probably be the third.

And the killer left a note|at the second murder scene.

Signed it Casanova.

Casanova? The great lover.

Mm-hmm.

This one here, is she, uh...

she white, black, or...

All we know|is she's a young woman...

who didn't die happy.

Our chief Hatfield|will be up at the scene.

I'll bet you two will get along|like pigs in a blanket.

Well, it's not her.

Dr. Cross.|My boss, Chief Hatfield.

Chief.

Now, is it|Detective Cross or Dr. Cross...

or Dr. Detective Cross?

At a time like this,|it really doesn't matter.

As you see, It's not|your niece. I'm happy for you.

Figured out who she is?

Megan Murphy,|university sophomore.

I told your Captain Hathaway...

I'd extend help|any way we could...

given your special situation|and all.

I appreciate that.

I want you|to consider yourself my guest.

Make yourself at home...

but don't mess around|in the kitchen. Understand me?

Well, the TV news crews|can't be far behind.

The best-selling crime author|has arrived.

Kyle, it's good to see you.

You, too.

I thought you were in Rochester.

Well, things change.

I see you're|making friends fast.

Well, doing my best.

I heard about your niece.|I'm sorry.

How long has this been|on the Bureau's wish list?

A while.

Were the other two|tied up so extravagantly?

Yeah. The guy seems|to find square knots tedious.

You saw it's Dayton cordage,|seven gauge.

Yeah. America's favorite.

I suppose everything else|was too prolific to trace.

Guy's a pro.

A real student of the game|and an enthusiastic rapist.

First two postmortems|indicate vaginal tears...

like I've seldom seen,|inflicted hours before death.

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