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quickly control it as her eyes dropped to the grainy Polaroid stuck to the envelope. „Anthony Ramey,“ she said quietly.
    „Shit,“ Mia muttered.
    „Who is Anthony Ramey?“ Abe asked.
    „Serial rapist,“ Kristen answered and she swallowed. „He seized his victims in parking garages up and down
    Michigan Avenue
    . Targeted women walking alone to their cars after hours.“ Her green eyes flicked to his. He thought about the wild fear in her eyes in front of the elevator, that pathetic can of pepper spray in her hand, and found himself angry on her behalf. It was no wonder she’d been afraid of him. It was little wonder she ventured out onto the streets at all, given the crimes she’d seen. It was little wonder any of them could. „I prosecuted him two and a half years ago,“ she said, „but the jury acquitted.“
    „Why?“
    Regret shadowed her face. „Unlawful search of Ramey’s apartment. The judge threw out the only piece of physical evidence we had, and his victims were unable to make a positive ID.“
    „Warren and Trask executed that search,“ Mia said, tilting the envelope so she could see the picture, leaving it in Kristen’s hands. „They still haven’t gotten over it.“
    Kristen sighed. „Neither have I. Those three women didn’t want to testify, but they did because I told them we could put Ramey away for good.“
    „Well, now someone has,“ Abe said and Kristen looked troubled.
    „I’d say so.“ She gave the envelope back to Jack. „I don’t think I’m going to like this, but let’s have the next one.“ Jack handed her the next envelope, the equally grainy Polaroid showing three bodies lined up shoulder to shoulder. Kristen blinked and brought the picture closer to the overhead light. „You got a magnifying glass, Jack?“ Wordlessly Jack handed her a small glass. She peered and squinted. „Oh, God.“
    Mia looked over her shoulder and hissed a curse. „Blades.“
    Abe’s brows went up. „Blades? Those three guys are Blades?“ He’d had dealings with the gang in his undercover role. The Blades were well-known for dealing in weapons and drugs. They’d been small-time when he started in Narcotics, but they were growing rapidly. If someone had murdered three Blades, there would be hell to pay.
    Again Kristen met his eyes from across the table. „They have Blade tattoos. See for yourself.“ She handed him the envelope and the glass. „I prosecuted three Blades last year for the murder of two elementary school children waiting for their school bus,“ she continued as he noted the tattoo of three braided snakes on the upper arm of one of the bodies. She had a good eye. Or perhaps she had never been able to put the sight from her mind. „The children got caught in gang cross fire. They were only seven years old.“
    God. Seven years old and mowed down like they were nothing because a crowd of punks had a turf war going . „And these guys were acquitted?“ he asked tightly.
    She nodded and once again he saw regret in her green eyes. Regret and anger and growing apprehension. „We had four eyewitnesses.“
    „Who promptly got amnesia the day of the trial,“ Mia added bitterly. „That one was mine.“ She looked away. „And Ray’s.“
    „You did your best, Mia,“ Spinnelli said. „All of you did.“
    Abe handed the envelope back to Jack. „Let’s see the last one.“
    „I’m not sure I want to,“ Mia muttered.
    Kristen squared her shoulders. „We’re two for two. The last one will probably be one of mine, too.“ She took this envelope herself. „This one’s been sewn up, breastbone to abdomen.“ Her mouth tightened. „And it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.“ She glanced at Spinnelli over her shoulder. „Ross King.“
    Spinnelli’s lips curled in distaste. „Hell’s got new company tonight.“
    Abe reached across the table and took the envelope from her hands. She was right, but he had to strain to see it. The battered face in the Polaroid