Bender ran out of the shed and trotted across the grass to get a closer look at the man the task force was arresting. He had to be sure it was Vorhauer. The woman became hysterical, but the man was silent as deputies patted him down and put him in handcuffs. They led him to a waiting car, and Bender got a better look at his face. It was the face Bender had been living with for months, only this one was flesh, not concrete. And it was nastier. Bender felt that he had made Vorhauer too human.

In Vorhauer's wallet police found a
Police searched Phyllis Vorhauer's home on

Hans Vorhauer was finally caught, but Bender wasn't satisfied. He had been living with this man in his head around the clock for almost a year, and yet he felt that he didn't know Vorhauer at all. He needed to meet the man face-to-face. He had to look into Vorhauer's eyes.

Tom Rappone sat across the table from Vorhauer, trying to interview him. "We know you've been involved in 17 murders, Hans -"
Vorhauer shook his head. "Thirty-three," he said with a smirk.
The room went silent.
Rappone kept a poker face and showed no reaction to Vorhauer's revelation. "You want to tell me some names, Hans?"
Vorhauer didn't answer. It was his secret to keep. He'd never been charged with murder, and he wasn't about to start confessing now. He had too much to lose.
Hans Vorhauer was reassigned to Huntingdon Prison, a maximum-security facility in north-central
Frank Bender continues to work with law enforcement around the world, using his artistic talents and unique intuitive powers to age fugitives and identify corpses.





