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By Adam Pfeffer. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher. A piercing scream echoed through the darkness, soared through the empty streets, and faded into the sullen, gray morning. Those who had heard the curdling cry shifted uneasily under their blankets, while others cuddled closer to their slumbering loved ones, while still others, nervously glanced at the time, and either decided to lie awake with their senses riveted to the drifting breeze or fumbled their way to the nearest light switch with the intention of beginning their day somewhat earlier than planned. A few rushed to the window, peering into the enveloping darkness, straining to see something, anything, that might allay their fears and assist them in rationally explaining the depraved undertakings of a city cloaked in shadow.

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By Adam Pfeffer. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher. A piercing scream echoed through the darkness, soared through the empty streets, and faded into the sullen, gray morning. Those who had heard the curdling cry shifted uneasily under their blankets, while others cuddled closer to their slumbering loved ones, while still others, nervously glanced at the time, and either decided to lie awake with their senses riveted to the drifting breeze or fumbled their way to the nearest light switch with the intention of beginning their day somewhat earlier than planned.

A few rushed to the window, peering into the enveloping darkness, straining to see something, anything, that might allay their fears and assist them in rationally explaining the depraved undertakings of a city cloaked in shadow.

As the misty light of the grim morning settled in the air, the low moaning of sirens could be heard, soothing the terrified and stimulating the curious. The sirens were accompanied by the insistent barking of dogs resounding through the air, causing many to contemplate the terrible incident that had apparently taken place behind the veil of darkness.

Another shrill scream slashed through the pale light, and was quickly rejoined by the moaning police cars, which having found the source of the distress, screeched to a halt. Oh, my God! Dear God! The morning light, meanwhile, drifted through the air, resolutely driving the darkness further west, its actions seemingly aided by the urgent, flashing lights of the police cars.

In the distance, a thin fog obscured the tops of the gigantic buildings that huddled together on this island that was a part of New York City. Down below, four police officers hurriedly emerged from their cars, one of them approaching the sobbing woman. She looked at him as if his question was so horrifying it crossed the bounds of common decency. God, no, she replied with a great sense of relief. Dear God, thank God, nothing at all. The officer nodded, inquired when she had first discovered the body, and then began writing down any relevant details.

Meanwhile, the other officers stood over the body and gazed at the deep slashes, the severely torn skin, and the enormous amount of scarlet blood staining both the shredded clothing and the dirty sidewalk. Must have been some sort of animal, said another.

As they stood there, more and more people began to venture from their secure abodes to the streets below, fearing the worst, and yet, hoping to confirm the actuality of their wildest nightmares. The crowd began to swell, and soon, the gawking mass of people beheld with their own eyes what their minds had presented as a realistic possibility of what had occurred in the midst of darkness.

The crowd shifted, continuing to stare at the mangled corpse, and then the police officers became angry and attempted to force them back away from the crime scene.

Maybe it was a dog, someone said, to which others began whispering their disdain. No dog is capable of doing that much damage, answered one of them. Whatever it was had claws, sharp as knives. The remark caused another shudder of terror, and then the officers began shouting once again.

As the people were once again pushed back, the officers began stretching plastic yellow tape around the area where the motionless body lay. Another siren now filled the air, a shrill, resonant groaning, and then a white van suddenly appeared and pulled up alongside the police cars.

Two men and a woman in uniforms emerged from the vehicle and hurried to the body. They studied the body for a moment, frowned, made a half-hearted attempt to examine him, and then rushed back to the van.

They soon returned with a long, white sheet that they carefully draped over the mutilated remains. The morgue will have to pick him up. He then walked back to the van, which, after several minutes, suddenly roared to life, and sped off into the distance. It was a few seconds later that another car rushed up the street, a dark sedan, which also halted next to the police cars. A man in a dark suit, graying at the temples, with a gnarled look of one accustomed to great horrors, sauntered toward the yellow tape.

Another man in a dark suit followed close behind. They glanced at the body, bent down to examine the deep gashes, and then began seeking eyewitnesses. In the midst of this renewed activity, several other vehicles appeared, rushing down the street. One of the men turned to look and then simply shook his head. Well, here they come, he murmured. The damned buzzards. In a matter of seconds, the great throng was met by an onrush of microphones, cameras, and tape recorders. The crowd watched as the reporters, representing television, newspapers and radio, leaned against the yellow tape and began shouting their questions.

The detective with the gray-flecked hair, who still wore a somber expression, frowned as he approached the glaring lights of the television cameras. It seems as if he was attacked by some sort of animal, he grumbled. He was about to turn back toward the corpse, when he heard a voice from behind the police cars. The crowd turned, almost simultaneously, as a dark-haired man wearing tan clothing that he had seemingly slept in, moved slowly toward the yellow tape. An anthropologist, he replied.

I study man, but I have seen what a tiger is capable of while in the jungles of Malaysia. He looked at the detective, calmly ran his fingers through his hair, and turned back toward the microphone. Roger Kolak, he replied.

They studied his face, a rather haggard visage, with dark circles under his eyes, which looked weary from either stress or sleeplessness. He glanced at the reporter, and quickly looked down at the temporarily exposed corpse. They generally hunt at night.

Kolak slowly shook his head. But I have seen the injuries they leave behind. He paused for a moment. Many of them find human beings easy prey and become man-eaters. The detective looked at him and motioned him past the reporters and inside the yellow-taped area. Are you sure this is the work of a tiger, Mr. Kolak bent down and examined the wounds. I would say definitely consistent with the wounds incurred in a tiger attack, he finally explained. I have seen such victims many times before back in Malaysia.

They know how to hide in the darkness and the shadows, Kolak replied. The detective frowned. Is that sufficient? The detective nodded, and he watched as Kolak hunched beneath the yellow tape and disappeared into the dense crowd. He then turned back toward the bright lights of the television cameras and the shouting reporters, and grimaced.

She had been waiting for him to return to her for months now, and as he embraced her, she felt a flare of tenderness rekindle within her heart, her soul, and radiate through her being. Theirs had been a relationship of passion, founded on mutual respect, causing an intense emotional upheaval in her life, in her system of beliefs and values, and had led to a pledge of eternal love and assurances of future matrimonial bliss.

She stared into his eyes, touched his hands, and realized she was once again with the man she considered to be the one she would accompany through eternity. His reply drifted through her mind and awakened slumbering emotions she had hidden away for so long. Their lips met fervently, their bodies locked in passionate embrace, as the months of separation slowly melted away.

She could feel the tears spilling from his eyes, the body trembling, and then, she, too, began to cry. Oh, look at us, she finally smiled. I must know what kept you away from me for so long. Her words produced a pained expression across his face, and then, suddenly, he began to cry once again. She watched in horror as he stood before her and bitterly wept. After a few moments, he stopped crying, and looked at her with sorrow filling his eyes.

But, just know, the thought of you filled my mind, my dreams, wherever I went. The glimmer of your eyes, the gentleness of your voice, kept me going when I feared all was lost. You see, even I have a hard time understanding it right now. But what about all we had promised each other? There were to be no secrets between us, nothing to disturb our undying love for each other. Roger, you promised to tell me everything, no matter the circumstances. After all, if we are to be married you must confide in me, whether or not it is bad or good.

That is the foundation of a true partnership, one built on respect and trust. He turned away, and frowned. I doubt you would want to marry me after I tell you everything that has happened, he whispered. It is a terrifying story, one that haunts me to this very day. She frowned at the words, the tears emerging from her eyes.

Only then can I really help you and advise you what to do. Oh, Roger, did you kill someone? What happened there is not over yet—. He looked at her and began to sob once again.

She wrapped her arms around him, let him bury his head in her breasts, and then led him back to her apartment. We will be safe there, she said, no matter who is looking for you. Then, maybe, you will tell me the entire story, and allow me to judge what to do next.

But, please, Roger, you must trust me if I am to help you.

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