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the difficulty.
    He drew a deep breath and then gave a shove that sent the body rolling down the bank. He watched the tarp disappear beneath the water.
    Gone.
    He lifted his head and felt the breeze caress his face. A tingling excitement was coursing through his veins and he felt more alive than he had since that first moment when he had realized what he had to do.
    He was close to her. He could feel it.
    "Okay," Eve murmured as she turned the pedestal to the light. "Here we go, Ruth. Measurements only take us so far. Help me out. I can't do this alone."
    Smooth.
    Start on the cheeks.
    Work fast.
    Don't think.
    Or think about Ruth.
    Think about bringing her home.
    Do the upper lip.
    Smooth.
    A little less?
    No, leave it alone.
    Smooth.
    Her hands moved swiftly, mindlessly.
    Who are you, Ruth?
    Tell me. Help me.
    The middle area between nose and lip. Shorter?
    Yes.
    Smooth.
    Smooth.
    Smooth.
    It was three hours later when her hands fell away from the skull and she closed her eyes. "It's the best I can do," she whispered. "I hope it's enough, Ruth. Sometimes it is." She opened
    her eyes and stepped back from the pedestal. "We'll just have to My God!"
    "You haven't finished her," Joe said from the doorway. He came over to her workbench and took out her eye case. "You know which ones to give her."
    "Damn you, Joe."
    He took out two glass eyes and handed them to her. "Give her eyes."
    She jammed them into the sockets and whirled on him. "What the hell are you doing?" Her voice was shaking. "For Christ's sake, why didn't you tell me?"
    "The same reason you never let anyone give you photos of your subjects. It might have influenced you."
    "Of course it would have influenced me. What the devil is happening?" Her gaze flew back to the skull. The likeness was remarkable. The face was fuller, more mature, the eyes a little closer together, but the features were very similar. Shockingly, frighten-ingly similar. "It's Jane, damn you."

Chapter Two
    "I agree she looks like Jane might in ten years or so." Joe studied the reconstruction. "I was hoping to hell she wouldn't."
    "Because this woman looks like Jane and she was murdered." She folded her arms across her chest to ward off the chill. "And you knew what I'd find when I finished this reconstruction. You knew that it would be Jane."
    "For God's sake, it's not as if I was trying to keep it from you any longer than I had to," he said roughly. "I did what I had to do." He took the drop cloth on the workable and threw it over the skull. "Now it's done and we know."
    "We don't know anything. At least, I don't." She whirled and went over to the sink and started to wash the clay from her hands. They were shaking. Don't panic. It couldn't happen again. Not twice. Not after Bonnie. "But I'm going to know, Joe. I'm going to know everything. You tell me what's happening."
    "I'll tell you what I know now. We'll find out the rest. I promise, Eve." He went across the room to the coffee table and opened his laptop. "The woman was found in a shallow grave outside Cal-houn. Her fingers were burned and her face was just a skull. The rest of the body was intact. Christy said that she'd been warned by Scotland Yard that the perpetrator might be moving into this area after allegedly killing a woman in Birmingham."
    "Allegedly?"
    "It's not exactly the same MO. The woman was burned to death. And no real attempt was made to hide her identity. Except her face was destroyed." He pulled up the case history. "She was a prostitute and an illegal alien and they didn't find a snapshot until a few weeks later when the story was on page five. I had to dig to find it." He swiveled the laptop around toward Eve. "Not as close, but the resemblance is there."
    Another Jane.
    Thinner, lips not as firm, skin not glowing with youth but similar features.
    "What is this?" Eve whispered.
    He didn't answer, but brought up another screen. "Inspector Mark Trevor's e-mail. Four victims from the U.K."
    She knew what she'd see but it