“No, not so far as I know.”
“What then?”
“It’s McGinty . . . He was murdered.”
“Murdered? When?”
“A few days ago.”
“Shit! Do we have a suspect?”
“Yes,” Jenkins answered soberly. “We do. The chief’s head and torso were found next to the Hollywood Freeway. There was a note in his shirt pocket. Plus a photo. Here’s a copy of both.”
Jenkins pushed a piece of paper across the table. When Lee looked at it, she recognized the block printing right away. “TO DETECTIVE LEE: WELCOME HOME. THE BONEBREAKER.” And below that was a copy of the Alma Kimble photo. X’s had been drawn through both of the police officers. Lee felt something akin to ice water trickle into her veins. The Bonebreaker had returned—and he was ready to dance.
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