Anderson retches into the dark void between the rails.
“Teke Teke,” I say, when he returns, ashen faced. “The vengeful spirit of a schoolgirl tied to the tracks and cut in half by a train.”
“That’s no girl.” He nods at the jacketed torso. The pinstriped lower half lies discarded at the far end of the platform, a bloody trail of handprints stretch between.
“No,” I agree. “Her latest victim.”
“She kills late night commuters, at random?”
I eye my slender partner, trying to guess the size of his waist. “Not quite at random. She’s searching for legs that fit.”
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