Therealcrimescenewasn''tasgrotesqueastherumorsclaimed,butitwasdisturbingenoughtoleaveLucianandhisteamwithlingeringunease.

        Hehadbeenonplentyofraids,anti-viceoperations,andcrackdownsonillegaltrades,andhadseenmorethanhisshareofcorpses.Butwhenhesteppedintothatlittleroom,somethingfeltdifferent.

        Thetwomenlaynakedonalarge,softbed,onehorizontal,theothervertical.Thecurtainswerewideopen.Sunlightstreamedinthroughthewindow,theshadowsofthewindowpanesformedtwoblackcrossesthatfelldirectlyoverthebodies,liketheyhadbeennailedtoacrucifix.

        Lucianknewitwasonlycoincidence.Afewminutesearlierorlaterandtheangleofthesunwouldhaveshifted,movingtheshadowsaway.

        Still,hecouldn''tshakethefeelingthatitwassomekindofsilentjudgmentfromabove.

        Heremindedhimselfthat,assomeonewhorepresentedthelaw,hecouldn''tlethispersonalfeelingsdictatewhodeservedtodie.

        Yetevenafteralltheseyearsasadetective,wheneverhecameacrosspeoplelikethis,hecouldn''tstopthatlittledevilinsidefromclappingindelight.

        Thesetwopracticallydeservedit.

        Theforensicsteamhaduncoveredadisturbingnumberofsextoysinthecrampedroom.Anentireassortment,allclearlyused,noattemptmadetohidethem.

        Butthatwasn''ttheissue.Afterall,adultshavingsomekinkytastesweren''tacrime.

        Therealproblemwastheboxofdiscs.

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