ocolate made Sa

t, was known for handing out baked apples to the homeless. Sam told Kaiser and her young assistant Nina about the man she had seen–hooded coat, scarf, sweats-and asked if they had s

come by in the future. And if not... purchasing a slice of Black Forest cake ensured that the trip wouldn't be a total waste. Who said cops always ate donuts? Coffee, however... coffee wa

ounter, something she did for the price of a large cup, while Sam stood in fro

ween Sam and Raggedy Man- or the "Eclipse Killer" as the guys in the bureau were calling him. That was all well and good, after all Sam had those sam

given her nightmare, but of course Barnes didn't know about the dream and S

ere slip of a girl, with stringy brown hair and darting eyes. Sam had wo

as she screwed the lid on the now-full thermos. Nina walked over, setting the cake box on the counter next t

turn

saw

held slightly out to his sides, face covered by the scarf and hood. The inside fluorescents c

ctly still for a hear

with the thermos, Sam was alr

nd a corner, down a side street, then over to the adjac

s. "Foot pursuit of suspect, corner of... Canyon

ough a missing section of chain link fence, darting be

ted through the fence opening and into the camp proper. Men and women in thick clothing warmed their hands over blazing barrel fires. Others sat on milk

woman sat in front of a small fire inside a gutted microwave. On Sam's right she passed a thickly bearded man with a drifting right eye and some kind of knobby growth jutting from the left side of his he

ch and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark

assing more transients, shopping carts, clotheslines. She paused

at hath understanding count

redded hanging tarp near the back of the

eaned through the opening, shining the powerful mag beam in all directions, down the streets and alleys outside the camp, but there wa

a man; and his number is