“That was the FBI lab in Washington. They've finished cross-checking the fingerprints on the bodies of the victims.”
“Jean Claude Parent in Quebec was seeing an English woman named Toni Prescott when he was murdered.” “Yes.”
Richard Melton in San Francisco was seeing an Italian lady named Alette Peters when he was killed.” They nodded.
“And last night Sam Blake was with Ashley Patterson.” “Right.”
Sheriff Dowling took a deep breath. “Ashley Patterson...” “Yes?”
“Toni Prescott...” “Yes?” “Alette Peters...” “Yes?” “They're all the same fucking person.”
Book Two
Chapter Eleven
Robert Crowther, the real estate broker from Bryan & Crowther, opened the door with a flourish
and announced, “Here's the terrace. You can look down on Coit Tower from here.”
He watched the young husband and wife step outside and walk over to the balustrade.
The view from there was magnificent, the city of San Francisco spread out far below them in a spectacular panorama.
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