Mal's POV
"Yes." said Anders. "That's what we thought." "But that's not possible!" Natara exclaimed. I hoped desperately that it was all false. The chilling brutality with which all the girls were killed had shocked me. The last thing I needed was a repeat performance. "Natara has a point there." I said. "We took out that scumbag long ago!" "That doesn't mean his kills can't be replicated. Use what little exists of your brains, Detective." snapped Anders. "Yeah, well, you can just go-" I began, intending to make a cutting remark, but Natara's foot caught me under the table again. "Ow!" I hissed at her, to no response. "Yes, Detective Fallon?" Anders said smugly, knowing anything I said could cost me my badge. "Nothing." I muttered. There was a loaded silence in the room for a few minutes, when we simply glared at each other.
"We need to figure out the killer's next target." said Natara, trying to diffuse the tense situation. I seemed to work, because Anders withdrew his Basilisk glare from me. "Well, I think that would be obvious, Agent Williams." Anders said, pulling out a map of the city, with tiny crosses marked on it. "There are only four major woods in San Francisco, which witness joggers every day. Homicides have already happened at three of those. That only leaves Oakley Woods." he said, pointing to a green patch on the far side of the map. "It is about twenty miles from here, and offers excellent views of the main path from virtually undetectable places." "What do you want us to do, sir?" Natara asked in a clipped tone. She had obviously garnered some meaning from it. "I want" Anders said, looking at both of us "You two to go camping."
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