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feeling or whatever it is you woo-woo types get?”
    “Woo-woo types? Katherine bristled. “Really?” She cleared her head, ignored the jack ass next to her, the blare of the music, the smells wafting in the air, the jumble of conversations, and focused. That’s when she heard the scream.
    She turned to Jack and grabbed his arm. “Did you hear that?”
    “Hear what?”
    Katherine closed her eyes again and concentrated. He was so close. He was here. Right here. Her skin crawled as she watched the strangler touch his latest victim.
    “Kate, what’s wrong,” Jack asked, rubbing her hand. “You’re as pale as a statue and you’re as cold as stone.”
    “Don’t hurt me again. Are you going to cut me?”
    “ Sssh. We’re just getting started. It’s going to be a long night, Kylee. Just relax and enjoy.” The strangler massaged Kylee’s neck. Kylee struggled against her bonds.
    “Just practicing,” he said.
    “I’m cold,” Kylee whimpered.
    “Don’t fight me,” the strangler murmured as he stroked Kylee’s breasts and trailed his hand down to her thigh.
    “Are you in a trance? Kate, Kate, wake up.”
    Kate shivered and looked up into Jack’s face.
    “What happened to you? Where did you just go?”
    “I saw him. I felt his evil presence. He’s definitely here. We’ve got to find him before—”
    Commander Jones was heading toward them.
    Jack squeezed Kate’s hand.
    “I’ve been looking all over for you two,” said the commander. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
    “We can’t leave,” Jack said. “Kate is onto something. She says he’s here.”
    “I’ve looked everywhere, at all the guests, and there’s no sign of the Lord Mayor’s son.”
    Jack faced the commander. “Did you ask the Lord Mayor about him?”
    “That’s one thing I can’t do. Chief Commissioner Williams instructed me to get off the property. He’ll have my job if we stay here any longer.”
    “Commander, I know he’s here.” Katherine groaned. “We’ve got to stop him.”
    “Does this house have a basement?” Jack asked.
    Commander Jones shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Let me call the station and see if we can track down the schematics or blueprints for the house. Maybe there is a basement or a safe room of some kind. Meanwhile, I’ll alert my people to stand by at the back entrance.”
    Commander Jones turned to look at Katherine. “Are you sure about this? Or is this just a hunch?”
    “I bet against her once,” Jack interrupted. “I won’t make that mistake again.”
    “All right. I’m going to call and see what’s holding up our search warrant.”
    ****
    The backbeat of a band pulsed in Katherine’s ears, in contrast to a chorus of cicadas, singing in the Sydney spring night.
    Commander Jones shone the flashlight onto the blueprints he had stretched out on his squad car in the darkness.
    “Bastard’s soundproofed the basement, according to these plans, but there’s no extra security,” reported the Commander. “Bugger is confident no one will suspect him or find him in The Lord Mayor’s house.”
    “ His own house,” Jack asserted.
    “You’d better be right, Kate,” Commander Jones muttered, casting a sideways glance at her before issuing the order to break down the basement door.
    “I pray I am,” Katherine whispered. Her heart tripped as the door splintered and a small uniformed force blustered into the room, weapons drawn. She wanted the strangler to be there, but she was afraid of what else they’d find.
    “Lucas Taylor,” the commander shouted. “This is The New South Wales Police Force. We have a warrant to search your basement.”
    “Keep back, Kate,” ordered Jack, who had also drawn his weapon.
    “I’m coming in,” Katherine argued, trailing Jack.
    “Then stay behind me.” Jack moved her forcibly out of the line of fire.
    Katherine stepped over the threshold into a scene out of a horror movie. This basement bachelor pad was definitely the