The mayor had put out a curfew until the Red Ribbon Rapist was killed.The press had named him after Devon's death, seeing the red ribbon on her hair a...d gaining the knowledge of the others, through secret sources, of course. He had laughed when he sent that letter in, knowing that the police were trying to keep some things out of the press. Why shouldn't he talk to the press? The Zodiac Killer had, so had BTK and Son of Sam.He slowed at an intersection, stopping as the light turned red.. By the time he'd recovered, they were six degrees off course.He told her to skedaddle and let their passengers know that port was only half an hour away, which she did by pounding on the doors and announcing it loudly. Then she went and got dressed herself, putting on jeans shorts and a blouse that she tied together under her breasts. She stayed barefoot.Bob and Mandy stood side by side as the last researcher left the boat for the last time. The group was already laughing noisily as they. ”-The Who, “I’ve Had Enough““Marco Santori!” Contessa Helena de San Finzione’s shadow called from the doorway of the Taverna. The bartender turned off the music and everyone faced her. “Your Contessa summons you.”At the bar, a man dropped his beer and ran for the side exit. He opened the door and ran straight into a wall of Englishman that knocked him to the floor.“You must be Marco.” The wall said as he bent down and picked Marco up by the collar. “I’m Mander. Some say I’m a likable guy. YOU. Eigentlich wollte Saskia drumherumreden, aber sein Blick sagte alles. Also schwenkte sie ihre Strategie sofort um. „Ich weiß, ich habe Mist geschrieben, aber ich möchte die Arbeit dennoch bestehen. Dafür werde ich alles tun. Alles!“ Sie wunderte sich, wie fest ihre Stimme dabei war. Jetzt kam alles auf Peterson an. Wie würde er reagieren? Würde er den Moralapostel spielen? Saskia biss sich auf die Lippen. Peterson musterte sie überlange, dann stand er auf. Er kam näher. Saskia schaute ihn an..