NEW YORK - Roughly a month after Provo (does this mean anything? Month intervals?) the Tarot Killer struck again, this time in the biggest city in the country. Maybe because he's changing his pattern or maybe because the police are finally listening to me and looking at all the elements of the crime, even more details have emerged. Present were the blood and feathers, but police also found part of a wing bone, believed to be of a Turtle Dove. What kind of a sick bastard butchers doves? There was one other difference, one that chills me to the bone...the scene was not in a dark ally, nor an abandoned junk yard, but in the middle of Central Park's Sheep Meadow, a very public place. Also present was the tarot card. My apologies for not revealing the exact nature of these cards, but that's one bit of evidence I have not yet been able to pry loose from the authorities.

Three months, three murders, three cities, three cards. Deeper and darker we go but the Fields cannot hide from the light of Eddie Pope!