BLOOD WORK
He started with her wrist, but the jagged bow-saw wasn’t doing the job.
Desperately, he scanned the cluttered tool and die shop. The electric band-saw? No, too messy.
He took a long swig from a pint of whiskey and tried to think. Something had to work.
Then he remembered: His machinist dad had once solved a tough job by using just a band-saw blade, wrapping one end in cloth to form a handle.
That would be perfect. He located a few of the finely serrated blades and returned to the body. He retched into a garbage pail from time to time, but the liquor helped.
When he finished cutting Tara Grant into fourteen pieces, the killer dialed the dismembered woman’s cell phone number. He waited for the beep.
“Tara, pick up the phone!” he yelled. “Call your kids!”
LIMB FROM LIMB
George Hunter
and
Melissa Preddy
Contents
PART I
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
PART II
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
PART III
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
PART IV
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Epilogue
1
St. Valentine’s Day, 2007, started off as a frozen, chaotic mess in southeast Michigan. The first blizzard of the winter had swept through overnight, dumping up to eight inches of snow across the region. As the Wednesday-morning rush hour approached, temperatures suddenly dipped into the teens, while winds gusted up to thirty miles an hour. Road crews frantically spread salt on streets and freeways, attempting to melt the ice before Metro Detroit’s hundreds of thousands of commuters hit the roads. But the gale defeated their efforts, blowing the salt away. Swirling snow drifts blinded drivers and obscured slippery patches of pavement, causing dozens of fender benders throughout the tri-county Detroit suburbs.
About twenty-five miles east of downtown Detroit, in the nineteenth-century mineral-bath resort town of Mount Clemens, Deputy William Hughes was among the crew manning the lobby at the Macomb County Sheriff’s Office (MCSO) headquarters. Hughes, a twenty-year veteran, reported for work at 10:00 A.M. and was greeted by a leak in the ceiling of his small office, right over his desk.
Hughes had just finished moving his desk out of the