Bab 100: here for real

He tilts his head, studying Saenz's face with a smile. "But you never believed it, right? I didn't think you did. And then, so soon after the NBI boasts about his arrest, another victim turns up." By now the smile is gleeful. "Told you he wasn't smart enough to have done all that."

Saenz steps back, careful not to make hasty movements.

"Rommel, I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss any of these issues with you."

Moving surprisingly quickly for his size, Rommel steps into Saenz's personal space, his flabby face mere inches away from his own. "Just tell me, okay? Just admit you didn't think he did it. You knew it was someone smarter, right? Someone who

could plan and calculate."

Seconds tick by as Rommel breathes onto Saenz's face. His tiny eyes are alight with an unnerving intensity.

And then Rommel turns away and heads straight for the table where Saenz is working. Before Saenz can stop him, he picks up a bone—the dead man's left femur