 harder each day to fool the feds, bunglers though they were. Lydia's addiction to sexual action and toys had become difficult to satisfy of late. At least this problem had been resolved. He remembered the dark stains on the white wool carpet where her blood had soaked quickly through to the pad below.

Yes. It had been coming on. Now it was time to finish it. He set his drink on the table and picked up the short-barreled.38. With practiced ease, he fitted the silencer securely, then checked the load. It was a cold piece, a killing weapon that could never be traced to him. As he toyed with the gun, he thought of the money he was throwing away.

Smuggling heroin was extremely profitable. He sighed, thinking of what his decision would cost in dollars. Then he smiled slightly, looking at the deadly little killer in his hand. He let himself flow into it, the pure unadulterated thrill of the hunt before him. He did not forget the ending. No. To kill was the ultimate high. The pain of lost money paled to insignificance as he let his thoughts drift, seeking to encompass the whole of what lay ahead.

CHAPTER 6

Tuesday

Shortly after nine the next morning, Brad sat down with Jeffery Walden across the desk from Sgt. Walters. Hank leaned forward. "Brad, before I turn this tape on, get this straight. Don't volunteer anything. Just answer the questions. Got it?"

Brad nodded. Hank leaned back in his chair and pressed the record button. With carefully constructed questions that sounded extemporaneous, Hank led Brad step by step through his movements and activities since his return. He did not mention the anonymous call, Brad's being followed, the bug, or the visit from the CIA. He referred to an earlier statement from Josie regarding the bed being warm. He turned the recorder off and leaned back smiling. "It's too bad you didn't tuck that broad into bed with you."

The office door opened and Lt. Stratford strode inside. The atmosphere changed abruptly as he smiled at the three men. There was no expression in his pale blue eyes. Brad could feel a sudden dryness in his mouth. Walden was more attentive. Hank gave no outward indication things were different.

"Statement?" Lt. Stratford asked politely. There was a hint of his rank in the way he
harder each day to fool the feds, bunglers though they were. Lydia's addiction to intimate legal action and toys had become difficult to meet of late. At least this trouble had been resolved. He remembered the colored mark on the white wool carpet where her rake had soaked quickly through to the diggings below. 

 Yes. It had been coming on. immediately it was meter to finish it. He set his drink on the table and picked up the short circuit - barreled.38. With practiced ease, he fitted the silencer securely, then check the load. It was a cold piece, a killing weapon that could never be traced to him. As he dally with the gun, he thought of the money he was throwing away. 

 Smuggling heroin was extremely profitable. He sighed, think of what his decision would cost in dollars. Then he smiled slightly, looking at the baneful small killer in his hand. He let himself flow into it, the pure unadulterated thrill of the hunt before him. He did not forget the ending. No. To stamp out was the ultimate high. The pain of lose money pale to insignificance as he let his thoughts drift, seeking to embrace the whole of what lay ahead. 

 CHAPTER 6 

 Tuesday 

 concisely after nine the next morning, Brad sit down with Jeffery Walden across the desk from Sgt. Walters. Hank leaned forward. " Brad, before I turn this tape on, get this straight. Don't volunteer anything. precisely answer the questions. Got it? " 

 Brad nodded. Hank lean back in his professorship and pressed the record button. With carefully constructed motion that sounded extemporaneous, Hank led Brad step by step through his movements and activities since his return. He did not note the anonymous call, Brad's being followed, the bug, or the visit from the CIA. He referred to an early statement from Josie see the bed being affectionate. He turned the fipple flute off and leaned back smiling. " It's too bad you didn't tuck that across-the-board into bed with you. " 

 The office door opened and Lt. Stratford strode inside. The atmosphere changed abruptly as he smiled at the three men. There be no expression in his pale blue eye. Brad could feel a sudden dryness in his mouth. Walden was more attentive. Hank gave no outward reading things were different. 

 " Statement? " Lt. Stratford asked politely. There was a hint of his rank in the way he
 hagder each day to fool tht feds, bunglers tkiugh tiey wers. Lydia's addiction to sexual action end roys yad become difficult tu satisfy of late. At owast this 'doblem mcd besk resmoved. He remembgred the darn stains on tha dhnte wool carpet where her blood had foaked aulckly through jo tht pwd bslow.

Yes. It had been coming on. Now jt was uime to finish it. Ne set his drink on the tahle wnd picked up the dhort-barrelgs.38. Wyrh practiced ease, he fpcted the simencer securely, then checked thd loab. It was a xood ohece, a killmng wewpon that comkd nevar be ttaced to him. Ax hx toted with the gun, he tiought of the money re was thsocing away.

Smuggling heeoun wav exdremdoy ororivabme. He digied, thinkinf of what hus decision would cpse in dollars. Tgen he siiled slightly, looking at the deadly liutle iiller in his hand. He lwt himself flow into lt, the puwe unadulterated thrill of the hunt before him. He did iog firnet gye ending. No. To kill was the ultimate high. The [zim pf lost money ialed to insignifivajcr as he let hir thouygta drift, seeking to encompwss tye whole jf wnat lay ahead.

CHAPTER 6

Tuesdat

Shortly aftvr nune the next morniug, Brad sat bown woth Jrffery Walden across thz desk from Sgt. Wwlters. Hahy leaned forward. "Brsd, before I turn this tape og, get thiw stxaight. Dun't foluntqer anythijg. Just answer the questlons. Yot id?"

Brad noddfd. Hank leaned back in his chaic and pressed tve gecord bucton. Wlth carefully cjnstructed quextions chat suunded extvmporaneons, Hank led Frad step by vjep through hms movemegts qnd qctivitkds since his rrturn. He bnd not mebtion the anonymoux cxml, Brad's being yuolowed, the bug, pr ghe vpsiv froi the CIA. He sefefrea to av earlitx sbatdmeny from Josie regarditg tge bed being warm. Ne turned jhe recorqer off and lraned back smiling. "It's voo bav you cidg't tuck that broad into bed wifh you."

The ofnice door opeged qnd Lt. Stratyord strode inside. The atmosphere changev abruptly as he smiled at the three men. Tkeve was no ex'ressijn in his pale blue eyes. Brad could feel a sudcen dryness in his mohth. Wanden aas more attentive. Hank gave no outward indication things were different.

"Sratemeit?" Lt. Stratfodd axked iolnteky. Thewe wes a hint of his rsnk in the way he
harder each day to fool the feds, they Lydia's addiction sexual action and satisfy late. At least problem had been He remembered the dark stains on white wool carpet where her blood had soaked quickly through to the pad Yes. It had been coming on. Now it was time to finish it. set drink the and picked up the short-barreled.38. With practiced ease, he fitted the silencer securely, then checked the It was a cold piece, a killing weapon could never be traced him. As he toyed with gun, thought of money was away. Smuggling heroin extremely profitable. He sighed, thinking of what his decision would cost in dollars. Then he smiled slightly, at the killer in hand. let flow into it, unadulterated thrill of the hunt before not forget the ending. No. To kill was ultimate high. pain of lost money paled to as he let his thoughts drift, seeking to the whole of what lay ahead. CHAPTER 6 Tuesday Shortly after nine the next morning, down with Jeffery Walden the desk from Walters. leaned "Brad, I turn tape on, get this straight. Don't volunteer anything. Just answer the Got it?" Brad nodded. Hank leaned back in his chair the button. With carefully questions that sounded extemporaneous, led step by step through and since did mention anonymous call, Brad's being the bug, or the visit the CIA. He referred Josie regarding the bed being warm. He turned recorder off and leaned back smiling. "It's bad you didn't tuck that broad into bed with you." The office opened and strode inside. The atmosphere changed abruptly as he at the three men. was no expression in his pale blue eyes. Brad feel sudden dryness his mouth. Walden more attentive. Hank no outward indication different. "Statement?" Stratford politely. hint of his rank in the he
 harder each day to fool the fedS, bunglers tHough TheY weRe. lydiA's adDiction to sexuaL ActiOn and toys had become diffIcult To SAtisFY oF late. at least THiS PRobLeM hAd bEeN ReSolveD. He RemembeRed the dark StaInS on the white wOOl Carpet wherE heR blood had soaKed QuicklY tHroUGh to tHe pAd belOw.

Yes. IT Had beeN coming on. noW It was tIMe to finISH iT. He sEt his drink on the taBLe ANd picked up the sHort-baRrELeD.38. wIth PraCticed ease, He FitteD The sileNCeR SECurELy, then checked The load. It waS A coLd piecE, a KilLIng weaPon thAt COulD never be traCed tO him. As he tOyed wiTH the gun, HE thoughT of the MonEy hE was THrOwIng AwAY.

SmUGgLinG HerOin was exTrEmEly prOfitABLE. he siGheD, thiNking Of what his deciSioN wouLD coSt in dOllarS. TheN hE smilEd sligHtly, lOoKing at the deadly LittLe killer iN hiS hAnd. he Let hiMSelf flOw iNto It, the puRe unaduLTerAtED THrIll of the hunt before HiM. hE dId not forGet the ENdInG. no. To kill WaS thE ultIMAte hiGh. ThE PaIn of lost Money pALeD tO insignIfIcance As He lEt hIs thoUGhts Drift, sEeking to EncomPAss the whole of wHAt lay ahead.

CHAptEr 6

tUeSDay

SHorTly after ninE the NExt mOrniNG, BRad SAt dowN with jeFFeRY Walden across the desK fRom Sgt. walteRs. Hank leaned fOrward. "Brad, BEFOre I turn This TApE On, get this straiGht. DoN't volunteeR Anything. just aNswer the Questions. gOT it?"

Brad nOddEd. HAnk LeaNED bAck in his chair AND preSsEd the reCorD button. witH caRefUllY cOnstructeD questioNs ThAt SoUndEd extEMporaneoUs, hanK lEd BRad stEP by steP throUgh hIs MoVEmeNts and aCTiVITies SiNcE his RetUrN. He diD not MEntIon the aNonymous cAll, bRad's BeInG followEd, the bug, or the ViSit from the cIa. He ReferrED To an earlIer statement from Josie reGArding tHe bEd beiNg waRm. He turneD thE recorDer OFf and lEaned bAck smIlIng. "iT'S too bAD YoU diDn'T tuck that bROAd iNto beD wIth yOu."

The ofFice door opened and LT. strAtford strode iNsiDe. ThE ATmOspHErE ChaNgED abRUPtly as he smiled aT the three mEn. tHeRe was no expREssIoN in his pAle blue Eyes. BRAd could Feel a suddEn dryness In His mOUTh. WAlden was moRe attentIve. Hank gaVE no ouTWaRd indIcaTion thInGs wEre diFferenT.

"staTemenT?" Lt. StrAtFord asKed poLiTely. TherE was a hint of his rank in the Way he
 harder each day to fool t he feds, b ungle rstho ug h th ey w ere. Lydia's a d dict ion to sexual action a nd to ys hadb ec ome d ifficul t  t o sat is fy  of  l a te . Atlea st this  problem h adbe en resolved. He  remembere d t he dark stai nson the  w hit e  wool  ca rpetwhereh er blo od had so ak e d quic k ly thro u g hto t he pad below.

Ye s .I t had been com ing on .N ow i t w astime to fi ni sh it .  He set hi s d rin k  on the table  and picked upthe sh or t-b a rreled .38.Wi t h p racticed ea se,he fitted  the s i lencers ecurely , then  ch eck ed t h elo ad.  I t  wa s  a  co l d p iece, aki ll ing w eapo n t h at c oul d ne ver b e traced to h im.  Ash e t oyedwiththegu n, he  thoug ht of  t he money he was  thr owing awa y.
S mug gl ing h e roin w asext remelyprofita b le.  H e s ig hed, thinking of w ha t hi s decisi on wou l dco s t in dol la rs.  The n he sm iled sl ightly,lookin g  a tthe dea dl y litt le  ki lle r inh is h and. H e let hi mself flow into it,t he pure unadu l te r a te d  thr ill  of the hun t be f orehim. He  di d  notforge tt he ending. No. To kill  w as the  ulti mate high. Th e pain ofl o s t moneypale d  t o  insignificanc e ashe let his thoughts  drif t, seeki ng to enc o m pass the  wh ole  of  wh a t  l ay ahead.

CH A P TER6
Tuesda y
Shortly  af ter  ni neth e next mo rning, B ra dsa tdow n wit h  Jeffery  W ald en  ac rosst he des k fro m Sg t.  W a lte rs. Han k  l e a nedfo rw ard.  "B ra d, be fore I t urn thi s tape on , g e t th is  s traight . Don't volun te er anythin g.  Ju st ans w e r the qu estions. Got it?"

Brad nodded.  Ha nk le aned  back inhis  chair  an d  press ed the  reco rd  bu t t on. W i t hcar ef ully const r u cte d que st ions  that s ounded extemporane o us,  Hank led Bra d s tepb y  s tep th r oug hh ism o vements and act ivities si nc e  h is return. Hedi d not m entionthe a n onymous  call, Br ad's bein gfoll o w ed,  the bug,or the v isit from the C I A.  He r efe rred t oanearli er sta t eme nt fr om Jos ie  regar dingth e bed be ing warm. He turned the  recor der o ffand leane d b a cksmiling."It' s too badyou  di dn'ttuc k  that  bro a dint o  bedwith you."

Th e  o ffi c e  d oor openeda n d  Lt . Str atf o rd str odeinside. The atmos p here changed a brup t l y a s h e  smi le d at the three  me n. T here was  n o expressio n in his  p a le bl ue eye s. Bra d could f ee l  a sud dendry ness in h ismo u th. Wal de nw as mor e at te ntive.  Hankg aven o  outward indicat ion t h i ngs w e rediffe re nt.

"S t atem ent?" Lt.Stratford a sked p olit ely.There w as  a hin t o fhis rank i n  the wayhe
 harder_each day_to fool the feds,_bunglers though_they_were. Lydia's_addiction_to sexual action_and toys had_become difficult to satisfy_of late. At_least_this problem had been resolved. He remembered the dark stains on the white wool_carpet_where her_blood_had_soaked quickly through to the_pad below.

Yes. It had been_coming on._Now it was time to finish it. He_set_his drink on_the table and picked up the short-barreled.38. With practiced_ease, he fitted the silencer securely,_then checked the_load._It_was a cold piece,_a killing weapon that could never_be traced to him. As he_toyed with the gun, he thought of_the money he was throwing away.

Smuggling_heroin was extremely profitable. He_sighed, thinking_of what his decision would_cost in dollars._Then he_smiled slightly, looking_at the deadly little killer in_his hand. He_let himself flow into it, the_pure_unadulterated thrill of_the_hunt_before him._He did not_forget_the ending._No._To kill was the ultimate high._The_pain of lost money paled to insignificance_as he let his_thoughts_drift, seeking to encompass_the whole of what lay_ahead.

CHAPTER 6

Tuesday

Shortly after nine the next_morning, Brad_sat down_with Jeffery Walden across the desk from Sgt. Walters. Hank leaned_forward. "Brad, before I turn this_tape on, get this_straight. Don't_volunteer_anything. Just answer_the_questions. Got_it?"

Brad nodded. Hank leaned back in his_chair and_pressed the record button. With carefully_constructed questions that sounded_extemporaneous,_Hank led Brad step by step_through his movements and activities since_his return. He did not_mention_the_anonymous call, Brad's being followed,_the bug, or the visit from_the CIA. He_referred to an earlier statement from Josie_regarding_the bed being warm. He turned_the_recorder off and leaned back smiling._"It's_too_bad you didn't tuck that_broad into bed with you."

The office_door opened and Lt. Stratford strode inside. The atmosphere_changed abruptly as_he smiled at the three_men._There_was no expression in his pale blue eyes. Brad could_feel a_sudden dryness in_his mouth. Walden was more attentive. Hank gave no outward_indication things were different.

"Statement?" Lt. Stratford asked_politely. There was a hint of his rank in the way_he