Junsighedinwardly.

        Atanagethatshouldhavebeenfilledwithinnocence,agirlwhohadenduredsomethinglikethatwouldlikelycarryalifelongmistrust—andhatred—towardmen.

        Madeline,itseemed,harborednotjustahatredformen,butageneralhostilitytowardeveryonearoundher.Thatwasprobablywhyshekeptclashingwithherclassmates.

        Thesoft,warmsensationonhisarmbroughtJunbacktohissenses.HeglanceddownatJasmin''schest,pressedagainsthisarm,andgentlywithdrewhisarm.

        Girlsthesedaysseemedtogrowtoofast—likebuds,glisteningwithmorningdew,onthevergeofblooming.Theirexpressionsandgazesarestillchildlike,buttheirbodiesalreadyshowtheshapeofwomanhood,tenderyetalluring.Lookingaround,theschoolresembledagardeninearlyspring,eachstudentadifferentflowerbeginningtounfurl.

        Hiscriminologyprofessorshadalwayssaid:tocatchapredator,youhavetothinklikeone—toanticipatethevictimsakillerwouldchoose,andthroughthem,uncoverthekiller''sidentity.

        Lately,though,Junfearedhewassinkingtoodeep.Eventhiscasualcontactmadehischesttighteninwayshecouldn''tquiteignore.

        Jasmin,hervoiceloweringmysteriously,asked,"UncleJun,isitabigcase?Evenyougooutforfieldwork?"

        Junnodded,keepinghisanswerbrief."Twobadmenwerekilled."

        Hereyeswidened."That''sgood,right?Willthekillergetareward?"

        "Thekillerwillfacejustice,"Junsaid.

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