Junsighedinwardly.
Atanagethatshouldhavebeenfilledwithinnocence,agirlwhohadenduredsomethinglikethatwouldlikelycarryalifelongmistrust—andhatred—towardmen.
Madeline,itseemed,harborednotjustahatredformen,butageneralhostilitytowardeveryonearoundher.Thatwasprobablywhyshekeptclashingwithherclassmates.
Thesoft,warmsensationonhisarmbroughtJunbacktohissenses.HeglanceddownatJasmin''schest,pressedagainsthisarm,andgentlywithdrewhisarm.
Girlsthesedaysseemedtogrowtoofast—likebuds,glisteningwithmorningdew,onthevergeofblooming.Theirexpressionsandgazesarestillchildlike,buttheirbodiesalreadyshowtheshapeofwomanhood,tenderyetalluring.Lookingaround,theschoolresembledagardeninearlyspring,eachstudentadifferentflowerbeginningtounfurl.
Hiscriminologyprofessorshadalwayssaid:tocatchapredator,youhavetothinklikeone—toanticipatethevictimsakillerwouldchoose,andthroughthem,uncoverthekiller''sidentity.
Lately,though,Junfearedhewassinkingtoodeep.Eventhiscasualcontactmadehischesttighteninwayshecouldn''tquiteignore.
Jasmin,hervoiceloweringmysteriously,asked,"UncleJun,isitabigcase?Evenyougooutforfieldwork?"
Junnodded,keepinghisanswerbrief."Twobadmenwerekilled."
Hereyeswidened."That''sgood,right?Willthekillergetareward?"
"Thekillerwillfacejustice,"Junsaid.
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