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West Side. The second Lois Ullman. Both single, attractive, in their thirties, brunettes--what you might call the same type."
    "So you think it was the same killer?"
    "Oh, yes. Both women were drowned in their bathtubs, and there were traces of the tape that was used to bind and gag them beforehand. Then they were dismembered with surgical precision, their body parts stacked in the tubs in the same ascending order: torsos, thighs, calves, arms, and heads. The killer ran the showers, using whatever liquid shampoos or other cleaning agents were available on the body parts, until every visible trace of blood disappeared down the drains, leaving only the pale remains of the victims." Renz leaned back. "I see I have your rapt attention."
    "Rapt," Quinn admitted, and drew thoughtfully on the cigar, feeling like a character in a Kipling story.
    "The killer sent me a brief note, taunting several of our city's homicide detectives, even included your name. I guess he didn't know you retired. He assured me there would be more such victims."
    "If anybody in the NYPD knows this," Quinn said, "it's sure to explode in the media soon like a hand grenade."
    "We need to be ready for that."
    "We?"
    "I've decided you are the man," Renz said. "Serial killers are your specialty. You brought down the Night Prowler, and you can bring down whatever the media decide to call this sick creep."
    "You left out the part about me being retired."
    "I can work it out so you and your team will be doing work for hire. It'll be the way you like it, with all the resources of the NYPD at your disposal, through me, and all the advantages of working outside the department."
    Quinn knew what Renz meant--the advantages of being able, if necessary, to work outside the law.
    "Who's on my team?" Quinn asked.
    "The same people who helped you nail the Night Prowler. Pearl and Fedderman."
    "Pearl's working as a bank guard. Fedderman's living down in Florida, learning how to play golf."
    "They'll say yes to you, Quinn. Just like you'll say yes to me." Renz waved an arm toward the window that looked out on the sidewalk. "Ever notice how much that ironwork resembles prison bars?"
    "Never." Quinn looked at Renz through a haze of cigar smoke. "You thought you'd be chief by now."
    "Instead I was demoted, but I'm back up to deputy chief."
    "I heard. Also heard that's as far as you're going."
    "I'm like you, Quinn. I don't quit. I don't stop climbing. What the hell else is there in life? I think you understand."
    "Sure. We nail this sicko, and you get the credit and promotion. Life's been breathed back into your career."
    "And you save the lives of the killer's future victims."
    "Don't go altruistic on me, Harley."
    "Well, okay. Then your answer is yes."
    "Was that a question? I didn't hear a question."
    "Since we both know the answer, a question isn't necessary."
    "Have you talked to Pearl or Fedderman?"
    Renz smiled. "I thought I'd let you do that. One way or another, you can talk anybody into anything."
    "Not Pearl," Quinn said.
    Renz thought about that and nodded.
    "I'll talk to them," Quinn said. "But no promises."
    "Good!" Renz was careful to place his beer can on the table where it would leave a ring, then stood up. "I'll get the murder books to you, then try to find you some office space near the closest precinct house. Something without dust and mold where you won't feel at home."
    Quinn didn't get up. Far too busy with his cigar.
    At the door, Renz paused. "I'm serious about nailing this asshole, Quinn, or I wouldn't have put a hellhound like you on his track. We've both seen a lot, but mother of God, if you'd seen those two women..."
    "Is this where you cross yourself?" Quinn asked.
    "Oh, I don't blame you for being skeptical, keeping in mind your devious nature and coarse cynicism." Renz bowed his head, closed his eyes, and for a second Quinn thought he actually might cross himself.
    "You do compassion really well."
    Renz gave him a sad and sickly smile. "We're gonna