- Sucks we work, Giacomo. Here's more proof.
Amaldi went away without saying a word. Feet sank into the sand. Suddenly he turned to the assistant, and his voice rose to a shout:
- And no trace did not leave?
- No. All cleaned up. - Frese nodded rake at the foot of the concrete stairs rising to the highway.
Amaldi walked on. All his thoughts were about the killer. It is necessary as soon as possible to identify the killed and figure out what links it to antikvarshey. To beat him, you need to first understand how he selects victims. The main thing - to unravel his plan, before he could bring it to the end. After reaching the rake that maniac covered his tracks, Amaldi stopped again and looked up. Killer beat about a hundred steps, the corpse on his shoulders, then twenty meters on the sand, then hacked into the booth, pulled the chaise lounge and set staging. Then he found a rake and began to loosen the sand. Pretty tired, it should be. Besides working at night, in the darkness, then, he was carrying a flashlight. Surely now nobody saw anything?
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