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  3. Also by McGarvey Black
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“Damn! That other jerk just outbid me. Damn it!” said Greg, pounding his hand on the desk.

“You need to calm down. It’s always the same. Every day you sit at that computer and scream, then packages come in the mail and crowd me out of my own house. I’m going to bed. Don’t wake me, I have a headache from all your screaming.”

“I’m going to be up late anyway. I’m bidding on cases of shirts from China,” said Greg. “I’ll make a killing on those. You’ll see.”

Gabriela went into her bedroom. It had been an excellent day. She had sold a ton of merchandise to her new tall customer, hooked him in her snare, and had a relatively pleasant sexual encounter. Soon, her new boyfriend would become her new husband and upgrade her lifestyle significantly. Everything was going to plan.

She brushed her teeth and gazed at her glorious reflection in the mirror as she plotted out her next move. She wondered if her new paramour was up to the task. Then she remembered his words, “You take my breath away… I’ll do anything for you,” and she knew the answer. From the way he looked at her and responded to her lovemaking, she was fairly certain he’d kill for her—if she asked.

31

The Central Park Police patrol 843 acres, seven bodies of water, fifty-eight miles of pedestrian paths, six miles of road and a five-mile bridle path. Despite the expanse of the area, murder in the park was rare and the Central Park Precinct had one of the lowest crime rates in the city. The CP Commanding Officer liked it that way. Their park was safe and that’s how he wanted it to stay. But with the murder of Karina Kubiak, his precinct had been added to the taskforce hunting for the Strangler.

A press conference had been scheduled for that afternoon. Detectives Daryl Williams and Heather Kim briefed seventy reporters in front of City Hall.

“We’re not 100 percent certain the recent murder in Central Park was committed by the same person responsible for the other attacks on the Upper West Side,” said Detective Williams, fielding reporters’ relentless, rapid-fire questions. “Given a few similarities; age of victim and method of murder, we’ll assume they’re connected until proven wrong.”

“Where are you on making an arrest?” shouted Tommy Devlin from the center of the mob of eager reporters, “Is this another Boston Strangler situation? The Boston police chased their own tails for two years on that one while women continued to be murdered.”

“There are some parallels with the Boston murders but overall, the two cases are very different,” said Detective Williams. “The Boston Strangler raped before he killed. In some of his later attacks, he also used a knife. Our killer only uses his hands and so far, there’s been no evidence of any sexual assault.”