Pop Goes the Weasel

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Author: James Patterson
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about the previous Jane Does in Southeast. I was looking for some connection.
     I wondered if a single predator could possibly be killing so many people. If that was the case, then this would be one of
     the most savage killing sprees ever.
    I took a deep breath and then I knelt over Nina. The rats had been at her, I could see, but the killer had done much worse
     damage.
    It looked to me as if Nina had been beaten to death, with punches and possibly kicks. She might have been struck a hundred
     times or more. I had rarely seen anyone given this much punishment. Why did it have to happen? She was only thirty-one years
     old, a mother of two, kind, talented, dedicated to her work at St. Anthony’s.
    There was a sudden noise, like a rifleshot, in the building. It reverberated right through the basement walls. The EMS workers
     jumped.
    The rest of us laughed nervously. I knew exactly what the sound was.
    “Just rattraps,” I said to the EMS team. “Get used to it.”

Chapter 10
    I WAS AT THE HOMICIDE SCENE for a little over two hours, much longer than I wanted to be there, and I hated every second.
     I couldn’t fix a set pattern for the Jane Doe killings, and Nina Childs’s murder didn’t help. Why had he struck her so many
     times and so savagely? What were the flowers doing there? Could this be the work of the same killer?
    The way I usually operate at a crime scene is to let the homicide investigation take on an almost aerial view. Everything
     emanates from the body.
    Sampson and I walked the entire crime scene, from the basement to each floor and on up to the roof. Then we walked the neighborhood.
     Nobody had seen anything unusual, which didn’t surprise either of us.
    Now came the really bad part. Sampson and I drove from the woeful tenement to Nina’s apartment in the Brookland section of
     Washington, east of Catholic University. I knew I was being sucked in again, but there was nothing I could do about it.
    It was a sweltering-hot day, and the sun hammered Washington without mercy. We were both silent and withdrawn during the ride.
     What we had to do was the worst thing about our job—telling a family about the death of a loved one. I didn’t know how I
     could do it this time.
    Nina’s building was a well-kept brownbrick apartment house on Monroe Street. Miniature yellow roses were blooming out front
     in bright-green window boxes. It didn’t look as if anything bad should happen to someone who lived here. Everything about
     the place was so bright and hopeful, just as Nina had been.
    I was becoming more and more disturbed and upset about the brutal and obscene murder, and about the fact that it probably
     wouldn’t get a decent investigation from the department, at least not officially. Nana Mama would chalk it up to her conspiracy
     theories about the white overlords and their “criminal disinterest” in the people of Southeast. She had often told me that
     she felt morally superior to white people, that she would never, ever treat them the way they treated the black people of
     Washington.
    “Nina’s sister, Marie, takes care of the kids,” Sampson said as we rode down Monroe. “She’s a nice girl. Had a drug problem
     one time, beat it. Nina helped her. The whole family is close-knit. A lot like yours. This is going to be real bad, Alex.”
    I turned to him. Not surprisingly, he was taking Nina’s death even harder than I was. It’s unusual for him to show his emotions,
     though. “I can do it, John. You stay here in the car. I’ll go up and talk to the family.”
    Sampson shook his head and sighed loudly. “Doesn’t work that way, sugar.”
    He snugged the Nissan up to the curb, and we both climbed out. He didn’t stop me from coming along to the apartment, so I
     knew he wanted me there with him. He was right. This was going to be bad.
    The Childs apartment took up the first and second floors. The front door was slightly ornate, aluminum. Nina’s husband was
     already at the door.
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