God, he had done it — caused all of this to happen, and he was only just beginning. He had never experienced anything like this feeling, and neither had the city of San Francisco.

A businessman was coming out of the Hyatt, and reporters and other people were asking him questions as if he were a major celebrity. The man was in his early thirties and he smirked knowingly. He had what they all wanted and he knew it. He was lording it over everyone, enjoying his pitiful moment of fame.

"It was a couple — murdered in the penthouse." He could overhear the man. "They were on their honeymoon. Sad, huh?"

The crowd around Phillip Campbell gasped, and his heart soared.

Copyright © 2001 by James Patterson.