In The Flesh
Two Years Later—Savannah, Georgia
Detective Raul Cortez stared at the pair of black silk panties tied around the woman's throat and cursed.
The Savannah Strangler had struck again. The third time in three weeks.
Another young girl dead. A blonde this time.
And they had no clues as to the killer's identity.
The sicko. He'd stripped her naked, strangled her with a pair of silk underwear, then left her posed in the woods in a sexual position with hands folded at her breasts and legs spread wide as if to make a statement.
Raul's partner Eddie Keegan lumbered up beside him, swatting at a fly buzzing around his face. "How long do you think she's been here?"
Raul shrugged and stepped aside as the medical examiner stomped through the woods toward them. "At least a day, but the M.E. will have to pinpoint time of death. Have you found anything on the other girls' computers?"
Keegan shook his head. "Not yet. I gave them to the tech guys to look at."
"We need to find out where he's buying the underwear."
Keegan kicked at a loose root. "The press is going to be all over us on this. Make us look bad."
Raul glared at him as he mentally assessed the crime scene ... read full excerpt from: In the Flesh ebook
