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smiled.
    “These are golden,” she said. “If the woman Teffinger tied up and killed is the same woman you have him documented with earlier in the evening, he’s toast. We’ll have his ass so nailed to the wall he won’t be able to squirm an inch.”
     
    “There’s more,” Neverly said. “I followed him this morning. He went to a warehouse district and took a rope off a pole. Here’s a picture of him doing it.”
    She pulled it up on her phone.
    “Nice,” Silke said.
    “I didn’t realize it at the time, but in hindsight he was obviously covering his tracks.”
    “What a little shit,” Silke said. “It’s going to be a lot of fun taking him down.”
    Neverly nodded.
    “One more thing,” she said. “He went into a building a couple of blocks from the pole. When I showed up, he scrambled me out of there as fast as he could.”
    “Why was he in the building?”
    “I don’t know but I could guess.”
    Silke lit a cigarette.
    “Nice day,” she said. “Let’s take a ride and see if there’s a body in that building.”
    “You think?”
    She nodded.
    “Preston says Teffinger left with the woman in the bed of his pickup truck,” she said. “He had to dump her somewhere. It would make sense that he wouldn’t go far.”

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    Day Three
    June 6
    Tuesday Morning
     
    Silke and Neverly got to the warehouse district thirty minutes later and parked a hundred yards away so as to not leave any tire prints or other of scraps of evidence too close to the scene. Silke took one last drag on a Camel, mashed the butt in the ashtray and grabbed a flashlight from the back seat. Outside the beemer’s air-conditioned oasis, a hot wasteland greeted them.
    “This is it,” she said.
    “Yeah.”
    The roll-up delivery door had a two-foot gap at the bottom, exactly like it should.
    Silke got her head down to ground level and shined the light in.
    “Brace yourself. The smell isn’t pretty.”
    She got flat on her stomach and edged her way inside.
    Neverly followed.
    Fifteen steps inside they found the horrific remnants of a body that was now little more than bones and scraps of flesh. Gruesome bits and pieces were scattered in all directions as if they’d been ripped off by powerful jaws and dragged to where they could be devoured in peace.
    The head was little more than a skull and gooey clumps of hair.
    The face was totally eaten off.
    The ears were gone.
    Flies were everywhere, hundreds and hundreds, maybe thousands. As soon as Silke brushed one off her face, two more landed.
    Neverly took twenty or thirty photos.
    Then Silke said, “Let’s get out of here.”
     
    Outside Silke studied the buildings across the street, particularly the upper levels. Then she headed for one, not the one directly across, the one just south of it and said, “Follow me.”
    “Why?”
    “To find a place where you can videotape Teffinger responding to his own murder.”
    They entered through a broken rear window, using a rusty 55-gallon drum as a ladder. Enough light weaved in through cracks and holes to let them find an open stairway. They took it up four floors and made their way to the front of the building.
    A pane of window glass was partially broken out, leaving a gap the size of a football.
    “We’ll position you right here,” Silke said. “This side of the building is in the shade. From the outside, no one will see anything but darkness if they look up.”
    Neverly agreed.
    “I’m starved,” Silke said. “Let’s get a bite. Then you can come back and set up. I’ll make an anonymous call to the police regarding a body. Then we’ll sit back and let them respond.” She smiled. “God this is fun.”

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    Day Three
    June 6
    Tuesday Afternoon
     
    Tuesday afternoon Teffinger got a call from Barb Winters in dispatch to the effect that a body had been found down in the old warehouse district.
    “Who found it?”
    “From what I understand, some lady overheard two homeless guys talking about it. She didn’t know if it