right. If he has come to D.C. for the thrill of killing under the Bureauâs nose, heâll step things up once he knows weâre involved.
âWe need to get to know Jean a little better,â I say.
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An hour later weâve reread the victimologies for both girls, analyzed every crime-scene photo and double-checked the coronerâs reports and all the police reports. We both sit at the table.
âSo what do you think?â Sam plays with her empty wineglass.
âHe hasnât left us much.â
âTime to pull a rabbit out of a hat.â Sam laughs.
âThis is a science,â I say, playing along. Since its inception nearly twenty years ago, the unit has been struggling with the notion that profiling is all subjectivemumbo jumbo. Itâs really a sensible combination of psychology and the profilerâs ability to walk in the killersâ and victimsâ shoes. To give your mind over to themâtheir lives, their habits, their actions and responses.
âOkay. So the second victim, Teresa Somers,â Sam says. âShe was abducted in the parking lot of her apartment building. Her car keys were found on the ground and weâre assuming she struggled.â
My mind replays my dream of a girl walking to her car, but the girl in my dream was a redhead and Teresaâs a brunetteânot the same girl. I push the image aside.
Sam puts the photo of Teresa, alive, on the top of the pile. âShe was strong and fit. She put up a good fight.â
âBesides the keys, anything else to indicate a struggle?â
âShe was already decomposing when we found her, but the coroner noted a cracked rib.â
âFrom the struggle?â
Sam looks at the photos of Teresaâs body. âPossibly. The perp may have got more than he bargained for.â
âThis guy likes a challenge. For the moment, letâs assume heâs chosen D.C. for a reason. For us. Heâs pushing his âskillsâ to the limit.â I stand up and start pacing, on a roll. âHe doesnât go for the easy targets. He chooses a woman, a professional woman, and stalks her, waiting for his opportunity. He gets to know her routine. So I think he knew Teresa worked out every day. That sheâd done self-defense classes. That she was a strong woman.â I stop in front of Sam and lean closer to her. âI mean, for Godâs sake, she was a high-level manager at CIBC Bank. And thatâs what turned him on. She was smart, educated, self-sufficient. Yet he could still get her.â
âThat would fit in with Jean, too. Professional. Hardworking. Only difference is that she was at the start of her career rather than the pinnacle.â
âWell, she was five years younger.â
âDid you notice they look the same age, though. Teresa was thirty-five, but she looked about thirty, thirty-one,â Sam says, selecting the two photos of our victims when they were alive.
I look at the photos again. âYeah. I think our guyâs in his late twenties or early thirties.â
âAnd heâs been killing for a while. If heâs like most serial killers, he probably started between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five, so heâs probably been killing for quite a few years.â
âSo, how would Teresa have reacted?â I say out aloud, verbally going through the process I usually go through in my head.
âShe would have fought. All the way. She was hard. Tough. In business and pleasure, by all accounts.â
âYes, but she would also have tried to negotiate. She was a businesswoman. Itâs one of the things she did best,â I say, sitting back down.
âSo she was tied up to a table or something, being sliced, yet she was still trying to bring the dynamic around.â Sam keeps pacing. âThe fucker would have thought it was amusing. He wouldnât have been threatened.â
I nod. âHeâs experienced. Heâs
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