ended his conversation and walked over.
“We should pack it in soon, eh?” he said.
“Yeah,” Grant replied. “You took the words right out of my mouth. We’ll make everyone sick if we keep ’em out here.”
“Tomorrow when it’s light we’ll get a search team together and take them through the steps.”
“Yeah.”
Loud barking grabbed their attention, and they swivelled their heads around simultaneously, looking for the source. A voice broke through the darkness, and a flashlight flickered through the trees far ahead.
“Sarge!”
Grant started running and Mike was right beside him.
It was Symmons. He was with one of the dog handlers a ways back from the river. “We got bones here!” he cried. “We got bones!”
Bones? Mike and Grant exchanged looks as they ran. It could be something else…a deer perhaps? That was more likely. But the interminable barking continued at a terrible pitch. The dog was really worked up.
“Human?” Grant asked as they emerged through the trees.
“Hang on…I think so. Ella’s going totally ape,” Symmons said. He was breathless, even though Mike and Grant were the ones who had done all the running.
Ella kept barking and barking, circling the spot and barking some more.
“Good girl, good girl, Ella,” the dog handler said, calming the animal down. “Such a gooood girl!” He turned to them. “Yup, she’s definitely got something here.”
A large bone stuck up through the forest floor a few paces away, stripped of flesh. It could have been anything. Grant felt a little disappointed after running all the way over. And a bit relieved, too.
A couple of members of the Forensic Team had followed them in. “Let’s take a look,” one of them said, and they brushed past.
“You know it could just be a—” Mike started to say, but he stopped short. Someone flashed a light across the area to the side of the bone Grant had initially seen, and that’s when it became obvious that there was more, what looked like a whole ribcage was poking up through the dirt and the ferns, and it was definitely human. That is, unless the local deer had taken up wearing shirts.
“Let’s get the lights in here!” one of the team called out. “Looks like we’ve got a second body.”
CHAPTER 10
It was evening, and at last Makedde was feeling relaxed. She was curled up on the couch in her modest Vancouver apartment with an out-of-print copy of Psychopathy—Theory and Research by Dr Robert D Hare.
What more could a girl want?
She wanted to scrub up on the subject before the psychopathy conference the next day. The 1970 book was older than she was, but she thought that it would provide an interesting background to the cutting-edge research she would be hearing about during the conference in the days to follow. She was already quite familiar with Hervey Cleckley’s Mask of Sanity and she had read Dr Hare’s classic, Without Conscience: The Disturbing World of the Psychopaths Among Us , a few times over, but in recent months her appetite for information on the subject had been insatiable.
…During periods of relaxation and painful stimulation, the pattern of adrenergic (sympathetic) and cholinergic (parasympathetic) activity is the same for neurotic subjects as it is for normal ones…
A half-eaten bowl of pasta sat on the coffee table beside her.
However, following the termination of the stimulation, the autonomic activity of the normal subjects…
The phone rang, breaking her concentration. Makedde reached across and picked it up without taking her eyes from the page. She was pretty sure she knew who it would be.
“How’s it going, Dad?” she said.
“Fine. And you?”
“Fine as well, thanks,” she replied, and read another line.
Experiments recently reviewed by Malmo (1966) are consistent with Rubin’s hypothesis…
“How’ve you been feeling?” her father asked.
The relevance of Rubin’s theory to psychopathy is that some of the characteristics of the
“We should pack it in soon, eh?” he said.
“Yeah,” Grant replied. “You took the words right out of my mouth. We’ll make everyone sick if we keep ’em out here.”
“Tomorrow when it’s light we’ll get a search team together and take them through the steps.”
“Yeah.”
Loud barking grabbed their attention, and they swivelled their heads around simultaneously, looking for the source. A voice broke through the darkness, and a flashlight flickered through the trees far ahead.
“Sarge!”
Grant started running and Mike was right beside him.
It was Symmons. He was with one of the dog handlers a ways back from the river. “We got bones here!” he cried. “We got bones!”
Bones? Mike and Grant exchanged looks as they ran. It could be something else…a deer perhaps? That was more likely. But the interminable barking continued at a terrible pitch. The dog was really worked up.
“Human?” Grant asked as they emerged through the trees.
“Hang on…I think so. Ella’s going totally ape,” Symmons said. He was breathless, even though Mike and Grant were the ones who had done all the running.
Ella kept barking and barking, circling the spot and barking some more.
“Good girl, good girl, Ella,” the dog handler said, calming the animal down. “Such a gooood girl!” He turned to them. “Yup, she’s definitely got something here.”
A large bone stuck up through the forest floor a few paces away, stripped of flesh. It could have been anything. Grant felt a little disappointed after running all the way over. And a bit relieved, too.
A couple of members of the Forensic Team had followed them in. “Let’s take a look,” one of them said, and they brushed past.
“You know it could just be a—” Mike started to say, but he stopped short. Someone flashed a light across the area to the side of the bone Grant had initially seen, and that’s when it became obvious that there was more, what looked like a whole ribcage was poking up through the dirt and the ferns, and it was definitely human. That is, unless the local deer had taken up wearing shirts.
“Let’s get the lights in here!” one of the team called out. “Looks like we’ve got a second body.”
CHAPTER 10
It was evening, and at last Makedde was feeling relaxed. She was curled up on the couch in her modest Vancouver apartment with an out-of-print copy of Psychopathy—Theory and Research by Dr Robert D Hare.
What more could a girl want?
She wanted to scrub up on the subject before the psychopathy conference the next day. The 1970 book was older than she was, but she thought that it would provide an interesting background to the cutting-edge research she would be hearing about during the conference in the days to follow. She was already quite familiar with Hervey Cleckley’s Mask of Sanity and she had read Dr Hare’s classic, Without Conscience: The Disturbing World of the Psychopaths Among Us , a few times over, but in recent months her appetite for information on the subject had been insatiable.
…During periods of relaxation and painful stimulation, the pattern of adrenergic (sympathetic) and cholinergic (parasympathetic) activity is the same for neurotic subjects as it is for normal ones…
A half-eaten bowl of pasta sat on the coffee table beside her.
However, following the termination of the stimulation, the autonomic activity of the normal subjects…
The phone rang, breaking her concentration. Makedde reached across and picked it up without taking her eyes from the page. She was pretty sure she knew who it would be.
“How’s it going, Dad?” she said.
“Fine. And you?”
“Fine as well, thanks,” she replied, and read another line.
Experiments recently reviewed by Malmo (1966) are consistent with Rubin’s hypothesis…
“How’ve you been feeling?” her father asked.
The relevance of Rubin’s theory to psychopathy is that some of the characteristics of the
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