A young officer drops a plastic evidence bag on Detective Talbot’s desk. The detective flinches and scoots back.
“Jeezus, Pendergast. What’s that?”
Talbot nods. “I can see that, but the dark stuff—is that blood?”
“Found this at the Gardner house, didn’t they?”
“Yes. Looks like this sicko used it to scrape the skin off her body.”
“Her name was Rose, wasn’t it?” Talbot pulls at his lip. “Roses are red…” He jumps up from the desk. “Get a phonebook.”
“I need to know the location of all the women named Violet in town. Find out which one’s have freezers big enough for to hold a body. I think I know where he's going next...”