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bore little resemblance to the face that had been plastered across the front page of the Tribune for weeks leading up to King’s trial. „You’ve got good eyes. I wouldn’t have recognized him with all those bruises on his face.“
    „Maybe it’s because that’s how I imagined him,“ Kristen returned, her voice hard. Brittle. „After all the parents of his victims got done with him.“
    Abe looked up in surprise and her lips curved bitterly. „We’re not immune, Detective. We see the victims, too. It’s hard not to hate a man who preyed on boys who trusted him.“
    „I read about it in the paper when I was under.“ Abe handed the envelope to Spinnelli who’d been waiting his turn. „Softball coach and pedophile.“
    „With a damned clever lawyer.“ Kristen’s jaw clenched. „Put King’s brother on the stand and coached him to let it slip that King had priors for sexual misconduct. His lawyer got a mistrial, but we had to plead him down from rape to misdemeanor assault because the boys’ parents refused to put their sons through a second trial.“
    „Which was what his sonofabitch lawyer had planned all along,“ Spinnelli gritted.
    „Like I said, his lawyer was damned clever.“ Kristen leaned forward, bracing her gloved fingertips against the table, staring into the crates. „So now we know the cast of characters. Five dead bad men. Let’s get on with the play, Jack.“
    They all watched as Jack carefully sliced open the first envelope and slid its contents on the stainless-steel table. He switched on a tape recorder. „This is the envelope with the Polaroid of Anthony Ramey,“ he said for the tape. „Inside we find four more Polaroids. Views of the victim from various angles. Looks like a concrete floor in the background.“
    Abe sifted through the pictures. „Here’s a close-up of his head. Bullet was probably a twenty-two.“ He looked up at Kristen. „Anything bigger wouldn’t have left much face.“
    Jack was back to the envelope contents. „Four Polaroids and… one map with a nice little ‘x.’ Looks like it’s down by the Arboretum.“
    Spinnelli’s mustache bent down. „That’s where we picked Ramey up.“
    Jack set the map on the table, leaving one piece of paper in his hand. He went still, only his eyes moving, back and forth as they scanned the page. He looked up uncertainly. „And one letter that starts ‘My dearest Kristen.’“
    Kristen’s eyes widened. „Me?“
    She was alarmed, Abe thought, as well she should be. Their killer had just gotten a little more personal. „Read the letter, Jack,“ Abe commanded softly. „Out loud.“
     

 
    Wednesday, February 18,
    10:00 p.m.
     
     
    Jacob Conti didn’t glance sideways when the door to the club was opened for him. He was rich beyond most people’s ability to count. Everybody held the door open for Jacob Conti. He had almost forgotten a time when he would have been surprised at the gesture of respect. He scanned the throng of bodies gyrating on the dance floor, his eyes narrowing as he located Angelo. His son was easy to spot. He’d be the one with a whore on each knee and a bottle in his hand. You’d think after narrowly escaping prison his son would toe the line for at least an evening. But no, there he was. Celebrating his innocence, no doubt.
    Angelo’s celebrations were legendary. And they would soon stop.
    Jacob stood in front of Angelo for a full minute before his son realized he was there.
    „Hello, Father,“ Angelo slurred, lifting the mostly empty bottle in salute.
    „Get up,“ Jacob gritted. „Get up before I pull you out of here.“
    Angelo stared a moment, then slowly ambled to his feet. „What’s wrong?“
    „What’s wrong is you being seen here getting drunk.“
    Angelo grinned. „So? I was acquitted.“ He ran his tongue over his teeth as if surprised he could even say the word. „I can’t be tried again. Double jeopardy, you know.“
    Jacob grabbed Angelo’s lapels and hauled him