Markus Doppler showed his ID to the cop at the door and was allowed inside the apartment.  He had cursed when he was told that another murdered female had turned up. Not only because he was unable to prevent another woman from falling victim to the serial killer, a depraved monster targeting young defenceless women, but also because he was once again with Penelope, at her place. And once again he’d been interrupted. Finally he’d thought he would be able to explore this beautiful angel’s body at his leisure. But the iPhone, a monumental intrusion in modern life, buzzed. Penelope shrugged when he looked at her and hinted it was work and she told him to go. She understood she said. He dressed in his damp clothes and took a taxi to Randwick.

When Markus arrived at the scene he noted that ther...

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