Flesh. The lone word came to Officer Hawkins’s mind.
“He thumped the cruiser into park and stepped out, one hand wrapped around his six-battery Maglite, the other resting on the butt of his Glock .40 duty weapon,” begins David Levien’s new serial-killer thriller Signature Kill.
“He walked closer, his feet making a slight crunching sound on the grass, crisp with frost. He passed his light over the pile, and what he saw made his mouth go dry. There was a racing in his chest and a sickening drop in his stomach. Sweat popped along his back and crotch as adrenaline hit him hard.
It was a woman’s body, or parts of her body, naked in the night.”
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