As for Lewis, he couldn't foul it up. Once he attacked, she had to die, because she'd seen his face, she knew who he was. So he'd practices, as best he could, in his apartment, hitting a basketball hung from a hook in the bathroom door. Like it was a head. (Chapter 3, pg. 27)

If you use this before you talk to the chief, I'll find some way to fuck with you. I'll tell every TV station in the world how you fed the name and address of an innocent woman to a maddog killer and made her a target for murder and rape. I'll put you right in the middle of the controversy, and that means you'll lose your piece of it. You'll be doing dog-sled stories out of Brainerd. (Chapter 6, pg. 72)

The Star-Tribune had SERIAL KILLER SLAYS 3 CITIES WOMAN. The Pioneer Press was bigger and better: SERIAL...