Without Mercy
“He wore jeans and a tee-shirt and had the television set on, although he wasn’t watching it. It was eight o’clock in the morning and he’d just come off duty. He and Olivero had spent the night rousting people out of their beds in the cheap Times Square hotels, hoping to find Kowalchuk. They hadn’t.Now Rackman was trying to wind down so he could go to sleep. His insomnia had worsened, and when he found time he intended to see a doctor and get a prescription for some sleeping pills. He was tense and anxious about the Slasher case, because he knew the longer the Slasher was on the loose, the more victims he’d claim.There was a knock at the door. He got up and looked through the peephole. A man in a sport jacket was standing in the hall. Rackman opened the door.“Yes?”“Mr. Daniel Rackman?” the man asked.“That’s me.”The man took out a shield. “I’m a New York city detective and I’d like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.”Rackman stared at the shield and wondered if he was dreaming....“Sorry to wake you up,”MoreLess
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