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He started with her wrist, but the jagged bow-saw wasn’t doing the job.

Desperately, he scanned the cluttered tool and die shop. The electric band-saw? No, too messy.

He took a long swig from a pint of whiskey and tried to think. Something had to work.

Then he remembered: His machinist dad had once solved a tough job by using just a band-saw blade, wrapping one end in cloth to form a handle.

That would be perfect. He located a few of the finely serrated blades and returned to the body. He retched into a garbage pail from time to time, but the liquor helped.

When he finished cutting Tara Grant into fourteen pieces, the killer dialed the dismembered woman’s cell phone number. He waited for the beep.

“Tara, pick up the phone!” he yelled. “Call your kids!”