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Chapter 26
Time’s passing. I’ve not learned a thing from my visits to Schauder or Renberger. On the other hand, I’ve had the chance to think. think.I saw Hoodie the first time in the park. Then I saw him… … someone who might have been him… might… the second time in the park and lost him a couple of streets away from the square, heading into the cheaper areas of the City. Plenty of streetwalkers hanging around there… A good area for a hooker-hating serial-killer to cruise… They hang out at hundred-yard intervals, some as singles, most in pairs. Some pacing their pitches. Others stand by the kerb, displaying themselves to the oncoming traffic. Where to start? Then my question answers itself as I see a skinny figure slouching against the brickwork, smoking, angled to watch the women. “Hey, McK
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