periphery karasu after taking the pictures of the murder scene, he could feel a a strange euphoria overtake him nasty double homicide/suicide, man caught his wife and his best friend in_flagrante on the living room floor by the looks of the scene, he had taken an hour to beat his friend to death the only injuries she had sustained were the ligature marks on her wrists where she had rubbed them raw against the pantyhose he had tied her to the chair with and the discoloration where he had pinched her nostrils there was an empty bottle of pills next to the chair and a half-empty glass of water he had forced her to swallow the pills he had beaten the friend so hard that he had swallowed the sock which had been used as a gag and asphyxiated the post mortem would show that cuckolded husband had almost literally pulverized the contents of his friends abdomen, kicking the corpse well after it was dead, as evident by the bloody contusions and the pool of plood that had come through his nose in the center of the carnage, in a pose reminiscent of the attitude of sepppuku, the crazed bastard had disemboweled himself with a long kitchen knife from a certain angle, the blood streaming down his face seemed to be painted on in a deliberate fashion closer examination revealed this to be simply illusion, but the pattern he thought he saw fascinated him he looked again and again at the shots he had taken, the ones from the entry way with the killer in profile where the pattern appeared and the ones taken up close and direct where th pattern disappeared into the chaos that created it with a bottle of vodka in hand, he went to the bathroom and drew a set of lines in his face with the marker he used to label his proofs and prints maybe if make these permanent, he thouht as he took another drink 010621 ... misstree the beauty in half-seen details 010711 what's it to you? who go blather from