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Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  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. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. Stalk Me Links

“Best guess it is a special tool, but nothing I can name. I mean, it’s possible that it is just a scalpel, as that’s the right thickness of the blade and sharpness of the tool that would be required. I don’t believe that, though. Making these lines perfect while someone is alive is nearly impossible unless they used a strong sedative or paralyzing drug, because no one could hold that still, regardless of the threat. The pain would be far too great.”

“We’ve never had any toxicology come back with drugs,” I said.

“That’s correct. So, if drugs had been used at some point to subdue them initially, then the Chameleon Killer is keeping the bodies long enough that the drugs are out of their system. The issue is that the bodies show up either the same day or the day after they’ve been killed, so there would be no time between the initial drug administration, the victim being killed, and when it is left for someone to find.”

“Okay, so this killer is methodical and possibly a trained artist and uses a tool to kill, but what about the mutilated bodies we’ve had? Can you tell if that has been a separate killer as well?”

“That, I’m not sure of. You’re aware of the differences you have between the two styles of kills before this one. The notes are already in your file, so you know what I’m talking about. This body doesn’t follow any of the other characteristics. In fact, there is not one identical thing. It’s all poor attempts to place the blame in another killer’s direction.”

The doctor held up the young woman’s hand and pointed at her dirty fingers that were caked with mud. Then he pointed to her face that didn’t even look like a face from the abuse she’d taken, and finally, he pointed to the marks that, at first glance, had seemed the same, but the doctor was right. They were vastly different from the other bodies.

“I believe that your Chameleon Killer is either a split personality, and you get either the artist or the more gruesome and violent kills depending on what personality is doing the killing at the time, or….”

He held up his finger.

“These bodies are from two different killers, but they are a perfectly crafted pair with the same passion for killing, and they have honed their craft over time.”

This killer…” The doctor pointed to the table. “Is a cheap copycat, and whoever it is may know how to kill, but they are not very good at making it look like the Chameleon. These bruises all along her body and arms tell me she took a beating over a number of days before she was killed. Some of the bruises are already yellowing and almost healed, while others beside them are brand new.”