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Chapters (92)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Jeffery Deaver
  3. THE SKIN COLLECTOR
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. ITHE OUT-OF-PRINT BOOK
  7. CHAPTER 1
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. CHAPTER 8
  15. CHAPTER 9
  16. CHAPTER 10
  17. CHAPTER 11
  18. CHAPTER 12
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. IITHE UNDERGROUND MAN
  24. CHAPTER 17
  25. CHAPTER 18
  26. CHAPTER 19
  27. CHAPTER 20
  28. CHAPTER 21
  29. CHAPTER 22
  30. CHAPTER 23
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. CHAPTER 27
  35. CHAPTER 28
  36. CHAPTER 29
  37. CHAPTER 30
  38. CHAPTER 31
  39. IIITHE RED CENTIPEDE
  40. CHAPTER 32
  41. CHAPTER 33
  42. CHAPTER 34
  43. CHAPTER 35
  44. CHAPTER 36
  45. CHAPTER 37
  46. CHAPTER 38
  47. CHAPTER 39
  48. CHAPTER 40
  49. CHAPTER 41
  50. CHAPTER 42
  51. CHAPTER 43
  52. CHAPTER 44
  53. CHAPTER 45
  54. CHAPTER 46
  55. CHAPTER 47
  56. CHAPTER 48
  57. CHAPTER 49
  58. CHAPTER 50
  59. IVTHE UNDERGROUND WOMAN
  60. CHAPTER 51
  61. CHAPTER 52
  62. CHAPTER 53
  63. CHAPTER 54
  64. CHAPTER 55
  65. CHAPTER 56
  66. CHAPTER 57
  67. CHAPTER 58
  68. CHAPTER 59
  69. CHAPTER 60
  70. CHAPTER 61
  71. CHAPTER 62
  72. CHAPTER 63
  73. CHAPTER 64
  74. CHAPTER 65
  75. CHAPTER 66
  76. CHAPTER 67
  77. CHAPTER 68
  78. CHAPTER 69
  79. CHAPTER 70
  80. CHAPTER 71
  81. CHAPTER 72
  82. CHAPTER 73
  83. CHAPTER 74
  84. VREUNION
  85. CHAPTER 75
  86. CHAPTER 76
  87. CHAPTER 77
  88. CHAPTER 78
  89. VISKIN AND BONE
  90. CHAPTER 79
  91. Acknowledgments
  92. About the Author

Unsub 11-5, wearing nothing more protective than Department of Environmental Protection coveralls, had been standing right in front of the hole he was drilling. When he’d broken through the main, the stream of water, like a buzz saw, had cut straight through his chest, killing him instantly. As he’d dropped to the floor, the water had continued to slice through his neck and head, cutting them apart.

Blood and bone and tissue were everywhere, some blasted onto the far wall, many feet away. Sachs had known she should get the hell out and let the bio team secure the scene but she’d been compelled, out of curiosity, to perform one last task: to tug the unsub’s left sleeve up. She had to see his body art.

The red centipede stared out at her with probing, human eyes. It was brilliantly done. And utterly creepy. She’d actually shivered.

‘What’s the status of the scene?’

‘Army’s sealing it – about a two-block radius. I got prints and DNA from our unsub and pocket litter and bags he had with him before I got kicked out.’

‘Well, bring back what you have. He’s not working on his own. And who knows what else they have in mind?’

‘I’m on my way.’

CHAPTER 66

The TV news was frantic but ambiguous.

A terrorist attack on the water supply in New York, improvised explosive devices …

Harriet and Matthew Stanton sat on the couch in the suite at their hotel. Their son, Joshua, was beside them in a chair, fiddling. One of those bracelets the kids wore nowadays, even boys. Colored rubber. Not normal. Gay. Matthew tried to frown his son to stillness but Joshua kept his eyes on the TV. He sipped water from a bottle; the family had brought gallons with them. For obvious reasons. He asked questions that his parents didn’t have the answers to.

‘But how could they know? Why isn’t Billy calling? Where’s the, you know, poison?’

‘Shut up.’

The simple-minded commentators on the media (the liberal cabal and the conservative in this case) were offering nonsense: ‘There are several types of bombs and some are calculated to do more damage than others.’ ‘A terrorist could have access to a number of types of explosives.’ ‘The psychology of a bomber is complicated; basically, they have a need to destroy.’ ‘As we know from the recent hurricane, water in the subways can cause serious problems.’

But that was all they could say because apparently the city wasn’t releasing any real information.

More troubling, Matthew was thinking, was what Josh was stewing over. Why hadn’t they heard from Billy? The last word from him: After they’d reported that the city had shut down the valves, he was going to start drilling. The botulinum was ready to go. He’d have the toxin in the water supply within a half hour.