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Marple’s bald head from a blow Phelps must have dealt him. There was a zigzagging line of blood coming over the top of Mr. The behavioral science people hadn’t ever suggested that the killer could possibly be a math teacher himself. For what? He needed to know, for the future. He wanted the man to tell him why he’d caused all this misery and destroyed two families. There was no connection between the first two murdered teachers. And for some reason, he was killing other math teachers. Savich knew from his driver’s license that Phelps was tall, skinny, and had a head covered with thick white hair. From what they’d found out in the hour before they’d converged on this small house, Phelps was a retired math teacher and owned the old Buick sitting in the patched drive. He didn’t see Marvin Phelps, the sixty-seven-year-old man who owned this run-down little 1950s tract house on the outskirts of the tiny town of Mount Pleasant, Virginia. The rest of the living room was dark, but he could clearly see the teacher, James Marple, tied to a chair, gagged, his head dropped forward. The window was dirty, the tattered draperies a vomit-brown, with only one lamp in the corner throwing off sixty watts. He dropped to his knees, raised his hand to stop the agents behind him, and carefully slid into position so he could see into the room.

Dillon Savich was sweating in his Kevlar vest even though it was fifty degrees. There was no moon, no stars, just low-lying rain-bloated clouds, as black as the sky.

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