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The Profiler: My Life Hunting Serial Killers & PsychopathsБЂњDid you hear?БЂ«she asked, incredulously, dismay in her voice. БЂњHear what?БЂ«When I had taken the turn onto Sixtieth Street, nothing seemed out of place. There were no fire trucks or ambulances on the street. The town appeared serene. The only activity was a slight breeze, which hardly affected the oppressiveness of the heat on that early sultry summer day, the third of June. БЂњA young woman was found murdered in the stream by the softball field.БЂ«БЂњWHAT?БЂ«БЂњOh, itБЂ™s just awful. One of the men playing softball in the league game this morning chased a ball across the path into the water and found a womanБЂ™s naked body floating right at the edge.БЂ«I felt sick. My first thought was that it might be someone I knew, an area resident, a friend, or the mother of one of the local children. I took a deep breath. БЂњDo they know who she is?БЂ«БЂњNo, not yet. I heard she was young, maybe in her late teens or twenties. They found her clothes and a Walkman; it seems she was jogging. The police figure she was killed yesterday, probably at dusk, because no one saw her there during the daylight ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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