Reyahadrecovered.

    Everydayshebrimmedwithenergy,likeasunflowerturningtowardthelight.Hersmilewassweeter,moreradiant.Itwasthekindthatliftedpeople''''''''smoodsjustbyexisting.

    Lu,however,hadnotimeforsmiles.Theteamwasbusyagain.

    Amurdercase.

    Inthiscity,withitstrapoputions,boomingservidustries,andhazeofdesirefueledbymoney,murderwasnothingnew.Afteryearsinthecriminaliigationunit,Luhadseenitall.Hewasnearlynumb.

    Butthisonewasdifferent.Twovictims,bothchildrenofhigh-rankingofficials.Thepressurecamedownhardfromabove:strictordersthatHomicideUnitmustsolvethecaseimmediatelyandbringthekillertorealjustice.

    "Bringthekillertorealjustice."

    Asifeverythingthey''''''''ddonebeforehadn''''''''tbeenrealjustice.

    Ofcourse,ascaptain,Luwaocrackthecaseassoonaspossible.Butthevictims''''''''sensitivebackgroundsmadeevensimpleinquiries—intotheirdailylives,theircircles—nearlyimpossible.Everyonewasevasiveanduncooperative.Therookiesoeam,facedwitharrogantattitudesandcloseddoors,werereadytothrowiowetanymoment.

    Thendlordwho''''''''ddiscoveredthebodieswasalreadydetaiheprimarysuspect.Thepolicesealedoffinformationfromthemedia.Yetrumorsspreadanyway,floodierlikeavirus.Despitefiltersaions,whisperscarriedthroughmessagingapps—dark,distortedtalespassedfromooaraheday.

    Somecimedtheroomhadbeencoveredinachalkywhitepowder,asiftwogiantcockroacheshadbeencrushedthere.OtherssaidthevictimshadshriveledintomummiesstraightoutofEgypt.Thedescriptionsdefiedlogic,sdbasichumandecy.

    JustthinkingaboutthemmadeLu''''''''sheadache.

    Therealcrimesewasn''''''''tasgrotesqueastherumorscimed,butitwasdisturbingenoughtoleaveLuandhisteamwithlingeringunease.

    Hehadbeenoyofraids,anti-viceoperations,andcrackdownsorades,andhadseehanhisshareofcorpses.Butwheeppedintothatlittleroom,somethidifferent.

    Thetwomenynakede,softbed,onehorizontal,theothervertical.Thecurtainswerewideopen.Sunlightstreamedinthroughthewindow,theshadowsofthewindowpanesformedtwobckcrossesthatfelldirectlyoverthebodies,liketheyhadbeenoacrucifix.

    Lukwasonlyce.Afewminutesearlierorterandtheahesunwouldhaveshifted,movingtheshadowsaway.

    Still,hecouldn''''''''tshakethefeelingthatitwassomekindofsilentjudgmentfromabove.

    Heremindedhimselfthat,assomeonewhorepresehew,hecouldn''''''''tlethispersonalfeelingsdictatewhodeservedtodie.

    Yetevenafteralltheseyearsasadetective,wheneverhecameacrosspeoplelikethis,hecouldn''''''''tstopthatlittledevilinsidefromgindelight.

    Thesetwopracticallydeservedit.

    Theforensicsteamhaduncoveredadisturbingnumberofsextoysinthecrampedroom.Aireassortment,allclearlyused,noattemptmadetohidethem.

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

    Therealproblemwastheboxofdiscs.

    Thereuteronthedesk.Lugesturedforsomeoopickadisdloadit.

    Insidewerevideofiles,eachstampedwithdatesandcrypticcodes.

    Evenbeforeheclickedonone,Luhadabadfeeling.

    Theimageshowedayounggirlinalocalhighschooluniform,herdoll-likefaceframedbystraightbangs.Aballgagfilledhermouth,herhandsboundbehindherbackasshecurledoerebed,likeafishstrandedonshore,filinghelplessly.

    Lu''''''''seyesnarrowedattheaperpatterninthebackground.Thiswasalmostcertainlyfilmedihesameroom.

    Then,ahaeredtheframe—slender,adorhadistinctivesilverring—andremovedthegagfromthegirl''''''''smouth.

    "Mama...Mama...!"

    Hermuffledwhimpersinstantlybrokeintodesperatecriesforhermother,hervoicetremblingwithrawterror.

    Thehandwaselegant,almosttenderasitstrokedthegirl''''''''spalecheek.Butthefortwasalie.Herpanilyworsened.

    "What''''''''syourname?"Aman''''''''svoice,calmandmeasured.

    Thegirldidn''''''''tanswer.Sheonlythrashedharder,screamsscrapihroat.

    "Begood,orelse—"

    Somewhereoff-cameracameamutedthunk.Theunmistakablesoundofabdebitingintofabric.

    Thegirl''''''''scriesdiedinstantly.Hertear-filledeyeswidearingatsomethingjustoutsidetheframebeforesnappingbacktowardthecamera.Herbodywentrigid.Nomorewildfiling—onlyfaint,untrolbletremors.

    Forensicshadalreadycollectedtheevideeddybear,stabbedandshredded,baggedfromthebed.Apropforterror.

    "Themanwiththesilverringwasholdingthecamera,"Lumuttered,recallingtheevidencelog.Then,sharply:"Whereisthecameranow?"

    "Captaiherookieiigator,Brian,started.

    Butbeforehecouldfinish,theseniorforensialystNeil,hisvoicelowandgrim.

    "Wehaven''''''''tfoundityet."

    Brianhadonlyjoiheforensicsafewdaysago.Themomentherealizedhemighthaveoversteppedandstolenhissuperior''''''''sspotlight,heshrankback,hisfacecwithembarrassment.Neilcuthimasharpgre.Brian,fusedbutchastened,cmpedhismouthshut.

    Lu''''''''seyesremainedfixedoermonitor,oblivioustothesilentexgebehindhim.

    "Goodgirl.What''''''''syourname?"

    "M...Madeline..."

    "Prettyname."

    Thegirl''''''''sfaceturowardtherightsideoftheframe,herbodytremblingassheshra.Amansteppedinfromtheright,onlyhistorsovisible,hisheaddeliberatelycroppedoutofview.

    "Madeli''''''''spyagame,okay?Ifyoulose,hewilltakeoffonepieceofyourclothing.Ifyouwin...we''''''''llletyougo."

    Madelinenoddedquickly,desperately.

    "Oh,sillygirl.Youdidn''''''''tevenaskwhatthegameis."

    Themaninthevideocrouchedandunboundherwrists.

    Sherubbedattheangryredwelts,hervoicebreakingthroughsobs."W-what...game?"

    Therecstretchedonfornearlyanhour.

    Andthisdisc—beledsimplyMadeliainedsixsuchrecs.Timestampsfirmingthey''''''''dbeenfilmedonsixdifferentdays.

    They''''''''donlywatchedsixorsevenminutes.

    BythetimethefacelessmanhadstrippedMadeliely,gropingherlikeprey,Lu''''''''sfirembledoverthemouse.

    Heforcedhimselftokeepwatg,iofirmthemenintherecwerethesameonesnowlyingdead.Nauseaandrageedinhisgut.

    Thegirl''''''''sscreams,herpleas,themen''''''''svulgartaunts,eachsouhisnerves.Hisjawchedsohardhismorsthreateocrack.Aveihistemple,alivelikeawrithingparasite.

    Thetimelinecrawledforward,eachsedascalpelfyiepartsofhishumanity.

    Then—theframefroze.

    Asilver-ringedhandblockedtheclose-upofthegirl''''''''sexposedflesh.

    Lusnapped.

    Herippedthemouse''''''''scordfromitssocketandhurleditagainstthewallwithacrack.

    Luknewheshouldn''''''''tbedoingthis.Theforensicsteamhadn''''''''tevenfinishedprocessingtheroom.Buthecouldn''''''''tstophimself.Heodosomethihesuffogpressureinhischest,orelsehe''''''''dexplode.He''''''''dfliptables,smashwalls,maybeevewocorpsesstillwaitingtobetransportedandripthemapartwithhisbarehands.

    Aroundhim,hiscolleaguesstoodinheavysileheairwasthioughtochokeon.

    Theboxofdiscsheldatleastforty,maybefiftymore.Ifeaetainedfootagelikethis,thatmeantfortyorfiftyvictims.

    Ludidn''''''''tknowifallofthemwereasyoungasthegirlinthevideo.Hedidn''''''''twanttobelieveit,butexperieoldhimthetruthwasalmostalwaystheworst-casesario.

    Younggirlswereeasyprey.Tooscared,tooashamedtotelltheirparents.Aheydid,mostfamilieswouldchoosesileoprotecttheirdaughter''''''''sreputation.

    Ahereweretheperpetratorsthemselves—menwithes.Threats,bribes,coer...therewerealwaysawaytokeepvictimsquiet.

    ButwhattwistedtheknifeinLu''''''''schest,whatmadethepressureunbearable,wasthis:

    Theyhadn''''''''treceivedasinglereport.

    Notone.

    "Hasanyonefoundthissilverring?"Luasked.

    Neil''''''''sanswerhadn''''''''tged."."

    Luorderedthediscremovedfromtheputeraireboxsenttothetechdivision.Everyvictim''''''''sdetailhadtobecataloged.Everyframesedforfaces,tattoos,scars,anythingthatcouldidentifythemonstersbehindthis.

    Hewascertainthemeninthosevideoswerethetwocorpseslyingbeforehim.Butthatknowledgeonlydeepehenightmare.

    Thevictimshadbeetheperpetrators.Fortyorfiftydiscs.Fortyorfiftygirls.Fortyorfiftyfamiliesdestroyed.

    Andnow,thepoolofsuspects—thepeoplewhomightwantthesemendead—hadjustexplodedfarbeyondtheirusualsocialcircles.

    Heheer''''''''sreportfast.Causeofdeathwasthefirststep.Withoutit,theycouldn''''''''teveonarrowthelist.

    Buteverymovefromherewouldbeaminefield.

    Thefathersofthedeceasedwerepowerfulmen.Theywouldn''''''''ttoleratestainsontheirsons''''''''legacies.Interferencewasiable.

    Luhadtomovefaster.

    Fasterthanthehigher-upswhowouldtrytoblockhisaccess.Fasterthanthehandsthatwouldreachtoeraseevidence.Fasterthanthesilehadalreadyswallowedthesegirlswhole.

    Evenifthosefathersdecidedtoburythetruthalongwiththeirsons,Lucouldn''''''''t.

    Nirls.

    Agrimcertaintylodgedinhisgut:thisfightmightcosthimhiscareer.Maybeevenhislife.

    Butherefusedtolettheirvoicesrotinthedark,bodiesbroken,spiritsshattered,pretendingeverhappened.