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Chill of Night
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Fear the Night
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Night Victims
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SWITCH
JOHN LUTZ
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PROLOGUE
May 9, 10:40 a.m.
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âThereâs a finger in her,â Nift said, watching Pearl Kasnerâs face for a reaction.
She didnât show much of one.
Quinn and Pearl watched Medical Examiner Dr. Julius Nift, crouched low near the womanâs body, move his shoulders and arms, probe with what looked like long, thin tweezers, then stare and shake his head. Before him, lying between the corpseâs widely spread legs, was a small, bloody object.
âWhat do you mean,â Pearl asked, âa finger?â
Nift held up his rubber-gloved left hand, fingers spread. âOne of these.â He made a fist except for his extended forefinger. âThis one, to be exact. Or one like it.â He grinned. âIt was lodged in her vaginal tract. Wanna take a look?â
Pearl did. So did Quinn.
Quinn said, âManâs finger?â
âAlmost certainly. Right size for a manâs. Nailâs trimmed close. No polish. Lots of stuff under it. Maybe rich with DNA.â
âFingerprint?â
âShould be discernible. Once we get it cleaned up.â
Quinn nodded, standing with his fists propped on his hips, and glanced around Alexis Hoffermuthâs luxurious penthouse apartment, amazed anew by the vastness of the room they were in and the obvious wealth that showed in every facet of the place.
He had met Alexis Hoffermuth here just two days earlier, when she was alive.
Her body had been discovered scarcely an hour ago after she didnât show up for an eight oâclock appointment (so unlike her), and failed to answer either her cell or land line phone.
The doorman had admitted the woman she was scheduled to meet in regard to a political fund-raiser, and there Alexis Hoffermuth was, in her altered state.
Pearl and Quinn looked at each other, each knowing what the other was thinking: money and murder were such close friends.
âStrange calling card,â said Nift, who liked to play detective, âa forefinger in her twat.â He glanced at Pearl to see if heâd gotten a rise out of her. âWhaddya make of it, Pearl?â
âIf heâs a serial killer, heâs limited to nine more victims.â
âUnlessââ Nift began.
âShut up,â Pearl said, and he did.
âShe was over fifty,â Quinn said, nodding toward the victim. âYouâd never know it, even like this.â
The dead woman stared wide-eyed back at him, flecks of blood visible in the white around her pupils, the way eyes were after someoneâs been strangled. In this instance, strangulation appeared to have been caused by the Burberry scarf around her neck. Yet the expression of pain and bewilderment frozen on her face wasnât quite like that of a strangulation victim.
âThere are a lot of imitation scarves like that floating around New York,â Nift said. âYou think that oneâs real?â
âItâs real,â Pearl said.
âThe boobs arenât,â Nift said.
âYou would notice that.â
âExpensive job, though. But then, it would be.â
âNo need to wonder about cause of death,â Quinn said, changing the subject before Nift and Pearl clashed. They often played this game. Nift seemed to regard making Pearl lose her temper a challenge. Not that she was his only target.
âDonât be too sure,â Nift said. âCause of death can be
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