their detection. Some stop, replacing other activities for the thrill they receive from killing, i.e. auto erotica, masturbation and cross-dressing. But ultimately, they all have one thing in common they are psychopaths. Psychopaths are persons with antisocial personality disorder, which manifests in aggression, perversion and sometimes criminal and amoral behavior without empathy or remorse.”
“Jesus, Jenny, are you sure you want to investigate this guy?”
“Oh, come on, Ben, this is fascinating, although creepy stuff.” I defended.
“I’m with Ben, sugar, I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing about this stuff.” Looking at Rosie’s wide eyes, then back at Ben and Gerry, I sat down hard on my chair.
“Guys, it was your idea to help me, now you want to throw in the towel?
“I can’t think of anyone in our county that matches that description.” Gerry spit out.
“That’s what makes them so hard to catch. They blend in; they could be a loving father next door.”
“Well if that’s the case, we won’t be able to come up with any suspects. Not unless we put all of the men who live in the county on it.” Rosie countered.
“We can eliminate those over the age of fifty-five, and those under the age of twenty for starters, disabled as well.”
“Good to know we aren’t a suspect,” Ben laughed.
“Ben you’ve got arthritis in your hands, I doubt you’d have the hand strength to strangle a woman.”
“Why aren’t we putting women on the list?” Rosie asked almost offended that I left our sex off the table.
“Because women tend to kill men, and these murders take place at close range, and muscle is needed to detain these women in order to strangle them.”
“Have you seen Janice Rutherford? Woman has arms like a man. Bet she could arm wrestle and win against most, except Jack.” I don’t need to be thinking about how big Jack’s arms are right now, but don’t think I didn’t notice the dreamy look Rosie had when she mentioned him. Ignoring this, I moved forward with our discussion.
“All right Rosie, I’ll put Janice on the list, happy?”
“How about we all make a list of the men we know in the county that fit the age range and physical strength, then we can compare and come up with a master list?” Gerry suggested.
“I like that, what about women? We need a list of all women with brown hair who live in the county as well.” Rosie threw in.
I looked at the three of them; then Ben stood up, walked over to the board, and picked up a marker, writing my name. Shit. Looking at my name, then not wanting to look at my name, I grabbed my hair pulling it into a ponytail and tried to act like that didn’t freak me the hell out. The three of them stared at me for a moment, and feeling self-conscious, I snapped my fingers and pointed to their papers, “Guys, names, I need to leave by four.”
* * *
Jack
Phones were ringing off the hook when I entered the station at 4:30. I grabbed the phone punching line one, wondering where the hell Debbie our receptionist was.
“Sheriff Gunnison.”
“Awe good, just the man I wanted to talk to.” Sighing for patience at the sound of the Mayor of Gunnison’s voice, I steeled myself for what was next.
“Mayor Hall, what can I do for you?”
“Sheriff, we need to call a meeting to discuss the recent deaths in our county to ascertain that all is being done to catch this killer.” The sarcasm in his voice wasn’t lost on me. Mayor Hall’s son, Grady, worked as my Deputy, and it was known by all that he had high hopes for his son. He wants Grady to be Sheriff, the only problem with that is me; and the fact that Grady was too young. But that didn’t stop him from pushing his agenda every chance he got. He needed me gone to accomplish that, and a serial killer avoiding police
“Jesus, Jenny, are you sure you want to investigate this guy?”
“Oh, come on, Ben, this is fascinating, although creepy stuff.” I defended.
“I’m with Ben, sugar, I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing about this stuff.” Looking at Rosie’s wide eyes, then back at Ben and Gerry, I sat down hard on my chair.
“Guys, it was your idea to help me, now you want to throw in the towel?
“I can’t think of anyone in our county that matches that description.” Gerry spit out.
“That’s what makes them so hard to catch. They blend in; they could be a loving father next door.”
“Well if that’s the case, we won’t be able to come up with any suspects. Not unless we put all of the men who live in the county on it.” Rosie countered.
“We can eliminate those over the age of fifty-five, and those under the age of twenty for starters, disabled as well.”
“Good to know we aren’t a suspect,” Ben laughed.
“Ben you’ve got arthritis in your hands, I doubt you’d have the hand strength to strangle a woman.”
“Why aren’t we putting women on the list?” Rosie asked almost offended that I left our sex off the table.
“Because women tend to kill men, and these murders take place at close range, and muscle is needed to detain these women in order to strangle them.”
“Have you seen Janice Rutherford? Woman has arms like a man. Bet she could arm wrestle and win against most, except Jack.” I don’t need to be thinking about how big Jack’s arms are right now, but don’t think I didn’t notice the dreamy look Rosie had when she mentioned him. Ignoring this, I moved forward with our discussion.
“All right Rosie, I’ll put Janice on the list, happy?”
“How about we all make a list of the men we know in the county that fit the age range and physical strength, then we can compare and come up with a master list?” Gerry suggested.
“I like that, what about women? We need a list of all women with brown hair who live in the county as well.” Rosie threw in.
I looked at the three of them; then Ben stood up, walked over to the board, and picked up a marker, writing my name. Shit. Looking at my name, then not wanting to look at my name, I grabbed my hair pulling it into a ponytail and tried to act like that didn’t freak me the hell out. The three of them stared at me for a moment, and feeling self-conscious, I snapped my fingers and pointed to their papers, “Guys, names, I need to leave by four.”
* * *
Jack
Phones were ringing off the hook when I entered the station at 4:30. I grabbed the phone punching line one, wondering where the hell Debbie our receptionist was.
“Sheriff Gunnison.”
“Awe good, just the man I wanted to talk to.” Sighing for patience at the sound of the Mayor of Gunnison’s voice, I steeled myself for what was next.
“Mayor Hall, what can I do for you?”
“Sheriff, we need to call a meeting to discuss the recent deaths in our county to ascertain that all is being done to catch this killer.” The sarcasm in his voice wasn’t lost on me. Mayor Hall’s son, Grady, worked as my Deputy, and it was known by all that he had high hopes for his son. He wants Grady to be Sheriff, the only problem with that is me; and the fact that Grady was too young. But that didn’t stop him from pushing his agenda every chance he got. He needed me gone to accomplish that, and a serial killer avoiding police
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