abandoned black
Mercedes SLK 350 with an empty wallet on the passenger seat--no identification left inside of course to tell us who are victim is. The uniforms ran the plate and the car is registered to Guy Kross. We also have found shell casings from a .22 and evidence that the victim had been
sodomized.” He listed the familiar MO of the killer.
“Any witnesses?”
“Jogger over there discovered the body,” Davis motioned to a female standing near the
trees, hunched low, and petting an oversized Doberman pinscher. “She was taking her dog out for a run and let him off his leash. Dog went ape-shit and took off up the incline. She went after him just in time to see him pull out an arm.”
“Oh hell. Not the kind of bone you want your dog digging up,” Mark murmured.
“No kiddin’. She had her cell phone in her fanny pack and called 911,” Davis finished.
“I’ll go question her,” Jordan volunteered.
“Fine. I’ll check out our victim.”
As Jordan walked over to the jogger to get her statement, Mark made his way over to the
murder victim. As he came closer to the body, flashlight in hand, he shone its bright light on the ground to help light his path. The light allowed him to see small chunks of what appeared to be gelatinous matter on the ground. As he worked his way closer to the victim, he confirmed in his own mind the presence of brain tissue.
He and Jordan continued to work the scene until every piece of evidence had been
collected and questions were answered. Finishing their task, they made their way down the
incline toward their vehicle. As they drove back to the precinct, both men were exhausted, but knew their night wasn’t quite over. They would have to file their report when they returned.
Soon after they arrived back at the precinct, they were called into the lieutenant’s office.
Not bothering to knock they walked into the office and waited until he hung up the telephone, running his hands thorough already disheveled hair.
“Yes sir, we’ll be right on it. Yes of course. All my men are highly trained professionals.
I have Detectives Halstan and Phillips on the case, and we’ve added the help of Dr. Maya
Richardson to aid us in profiling this case, Chief Hardcastle. Yes she is, sir--fully qualified. We believe that she can bring insight into this case that we are not privy to. Yes sir, right away.
We’ll be bringing her into the station, today?” Looking to Mark he raised an eyebrow, and with his nod continued.
“Yes, we’ll bring her in today. Yes I know that this isn’t the type of media attention that we want or need. Okay yes of course we’ll keep you updated on everything.” Hanging up the
phone he began to rub at his temples.
“What was the scene like?”
“From what we saw, it looked like it was the slayer , Lieutenant. There’s a good chance that the victim may be Guy Kross, the owner of Kriss Kross apparel,” Jordan answered, naming the owner of a franchise of adult novelty clothing and accessories.
“Just what this case needs is another famous, or if this is Kross, infamous name attached
to it.” Raking a frustrated hand though his hair, he turned toward Mark.
“What about Dr. Richardson, when is she coming in?”
“She’s coming in tomorrow.” Catching himself, he remembered his earlier conversation
with her. “No scratch that, she won’t be able to come in until Friday. But in light of this new murder, maybe she can work it out so that she can.” Mark felt guilty knowing the tight schedule Maya tended to keep.
“That would be better. I’ve got the chief on my back enough already. Look, it’s late. You
guys go on home; you’ve been at it all day. We can pick this up in the morning.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant, we’ll file the report and head out.” Mark answered as he and Jordan
left the office. He was more than ready to go home, as he continued to review the complex case in his mind.
It had been one heck of
Mercedes SLK 350 with an empty wallet on the passenger seat--no identification left inside of course to tell us who are victim is. The uniforms ran the plate and the car is registered to Guy Kross. We also have found shell casings from a .22 and evidence that the victim had been
sodomized.” He listed the familiar MO of the killer.
“Any witnesses?”
“Jogger over there discovered the body,” Davis motioned to a female standing near the
trees, hunched low, and petting an oversized Doberman pinscher. “She was taking her dog out for a run and let him off his leash. Dog went ape-shit and took off up the incline. She went after him just in time to see him pull out an arm.”
“Oh hell. Not the kind of bone you want your dog digging up,” Mark murmured.
“No kiddin’. She had her cell phone in her fanny pack and called 911,” Davis finished.
“I’ll go question her,” Jordan volunteered.
“Fine. I’ll check out our victim.”
As Jordan walked over to the jogger to get her statement, Mark made his way over to the
murder victim. As he came closer to the body, flashlight in hand, he shone its bright light on the ground to help light his path. The light allowed him to see small chunks of what appeared to be gelatinous matter on the ground. As he worked his way closer to the victim, he confirmed in his own mind the presence of brain tissue.
He and Jordan continued to work the scene until every piece of evidence had been
collected and questions were answered. Finishing their task, they made their way down the
incline toward their vehicle. As they drove back to the precinct, both men were exhausted, but knew their night wasn’t quite over. They would have to file their report when they returned.
Soon after they arrived back at the precinct, they were called into the lieutenant’s office.
Not bothering to knock they walked into the office and waited until he hung up the telephone, running his hands thorough already disheveled hair.
“Yes sir, we’ll be right on it. Yes of course. All my men are highly trained professionals.
I have Detectives Halstan and Phillips on the case, and we’ve added the help of Dr. Maya
Richardson to aid us in profiling this case, Chief Hardcastle. Yes she is, sir--fully qualified. We believe that she can bring insight into this case that we are not privy to. Yes sir, right away.
We’ll be bringing her into the station, today?” Looking to Mark he raised an eyebrow, and with his nod continued.
“Yes, we’ll bring her in today. Yes I know that this isn’t the type of media attention that we want or need. Okay yes of course we’ll keep you updated on everything.” Hanging up the
phone he began to rub at his temples.
“What was the scene like?”
“From what we saw, it looked like it was the slayer , Lieutenant. There’s a good chance that the victim may be Guy Kross, the owner of Kriss Kross apparel,” Jordan answered, naming the owner of a franchise of adult novelty clothing and accessories.
“Just what this case needs is another famous, or if this is Kross, infamous name attached
to it.” Raking a frustrated hand though his hair, he turned toward Mark.
“What about Dr. Richardson, when is she coming in?”
“She’s coming in tomorrow.” Catching himself, he remembered his earlier conversation
with her. “No scratch that, she won’t be able to come in until Friday. But in light of this new murder, maybe she can work it out so that she can.” Mark felt guilty knowing the tight schedule Maya tended to keep.
“That would be better. I’ve got the chief on my back enough already. Look, it’s late. You
guys go on home; you’ve been at it all day. We can pick this up in the morning.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant, we’ll file the report and head out.” Mark answered as he and Jordan
left the office. He was more than ready to go home, as he continued to review the complex case in his mind.
It had been one heck of
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