She left the clinic in a hurry a full three hours earlier than usual. By the time the killer slipped into the garage, her parking spot was already empty. Frustrated but cautious, he decided not to force it and put the attack off until the next day.
Kravitz boarded the last commuter train, settling into a nearly empty car under weak fluorescent lights. He stared into the dark window, where his own face looked back at him like a mask. He had no idea he was heading straight into a trap.
A few miles away, dozens of tense eyes were fixed on the darkness of the overgrown yard. Armed officers waited in silence for the dangerous animal they had hunted so long. The long, exhausting pursuit was nearing its end.
Around midnight, a large figure finally emerged from the darkness. Kravitz walked with his usual heavy stride, not even glancing around. He was utterly calm, certain he was safe.
The instinct that had protected him in lockup failed him this time. His mind was occupied with the missed opportunity and plans for tomorrow. As soon as he reached the gate, the order came over the radio.
“Take him.” Everything happened in seconds. A blinding spotlight hit him full in the face. Tactical officers rushed him from every side.
Stunned and blinded, he barely had time to react. His huge body was slammed face-first into the wet ground, his arms twisted behind his back. He made no sound—just breathed in harsh, heavy bursts.
Savelly walked over slowly and crouched beside him. Kravitz lifted his head and looked straight into the detective’s eyes. There was no fear there, only the same leaden indifference.
“Andrew Peter Kravitz, you are under arrest on suspicion of multiple counts of murder,” the detective said evenly. The giant on the ground said nothing.
His square jaw looked as if it had been cut from stone. The long hunt for the predator was finally over. But the first formal interviews produced nothing useful…
