Re-Runners First Life: A Time Travel Suspense Series by Elli Buchanan Page A
Authors: Elli Buchanan
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The telecast ended and Eric aimed the control at the TV to mute the sound of the football, before looking at Kate.
‘ Le Segador ,’ he repeated with a look of admiration on his face.
‘Yes,’ answered Kate, ‘I remember him. He was a serial killer in the US. They caught him years ago.’
Eric frowned at her, ‘Jeezers, you can be dumb sometimes Kate. They never caught him. He just disappeared. The cops never came close to catching him. He was too smart for ‘em.’ He sat back in the recliner and took another swig of beer.
‘It’s his MO,’ he went on to explain with respect in his voice. ‘Cops said it was a copy cat, but some reporter leaked a piece of information the police had kept quiet. It’s him all right. Damn! It’s him.’
‘That’s terrible,’ Kate’s hand flew to her mouth.
Eric threw her a scornful look, ‘The man’s a genius.’
‘He’s a murderer,’ Kate cried.
Eric stood and raised his arm as he towered over her before letting out a sigh and falling back into the chair. ‘I couldn’t be bothered. Get out of my face, Kate. Sometimes your stupidity makes me sick.’
Kate’s eyes misted over. It was becoming a daily thing. She just didn’t know how to please him anymore. Before they were married he was so loving and attentive, but now everything she did irritated him.
Kate paused in the doorway and asked softly, ‘Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you something to eat?’
‘Yea, I am. But don’t dish up that muck you threw together last night. A man needs meat, Kate. Can’t you get that through your thick skull?’
Kate fought back her tears and went to the kitchen. She missed her sister and her parents, but Eric made it hard for her to see them. He drove her to work and picked her up in her little Honda. He said he needed her car to look for work during the day, but it had been over eight months since he’d found a steady job. She had no idea how their finances were going, but it must be OK because Eric had bought a large screen TV last week.
He’s just feeling down about not finding a job, she thought to herself as she made him a bacon burger for lunch. I’ll have to try harder to make him feel good about himself.
Chapter 16
Detectives Sutton and Perez
1994
LAPD
‘Come on people,’ growled Captain Ian Rogers as he impatiently gestured for the last of the uniforms to close the door and take a seat.
Rogers held up his hands and the rumbling of conversation stopped.
‘I want everyone up to speed on where we are so far with this latest le Segador killing.’
A uniformed officer spoke up, ‘Are we sure it’s the Reaper , Cap’n?’
His neighbor punched him in the shoulder, ‘Don’t you watch the news, Kastanza? That reporter ‘outed’ the details we’d kept under wraps. It’s his MO to the letter. It’s le Segador alright.’
Rogers growled again, ‘Allegedly a police leak.... but that’s another matter. For now, yes; it looks like him.’
A low murmur went around the room.
‘OK zip it. We’ve got a lot to cover.’
He nodded to the powerfully built, dark haired man to his left, ‘I want you all to meet Detective Marc Perez from San Francisco Homicide. He was the lead detective on le Segador’s three Frisco murders before he dropped off the radar. Lindi Jenkins in 1985, Suzy Kozlowski and Juanita Perry in 1986.’
Marc stepped forward and nodded.
‘Most of you know our own Detective Sutton was working the LA le Segador cases with lead detective Pat Brodie before his retirement in ’92 and Pat’s continuing assistance as a consultant ... until recently,’ Rogers paused, his eyes intent on a spot on the floor.
One of the plain clothes at the rear of the room asked, ‘How’s he doing, Captain?’
Rogers shook his head, ‘Not good.’ His lips clamped together in a firm white line. Another rumble of voices filled the room until one said what they were all thinking, ‘Fucking cancer.’
Detective Patrick Brodie was one of
‘ Le Segador ,’ he repeated with a look of admiration on his face.
‘Yes,’ answered Kate, ‘I remember him. He was a serial killer in the US. They caught him years ago.’
Eric frowned at her, ‘Jeezers, you can be dumb sometimes Kate. They never caught him. He just disappeared. The cops never came close to catching him. He was too smart for ‘em.’ He sat back in the recliner and took another swig of beer.
‘It’s his MO,’ he went on to explain with respect in his voice. ‘Cops said it was a copy cat, but some reporter leaked a piece of information the police had kept quiet. It’s him all right. Damn! It’s him.’
‘That’s terrible,’ Kate’s hand flew to her mouth.
Eric threw her a scornful look, ‘The man’s a genius.’
‘He’s a murderer,’ Kate cried.
Eric stood and raised his arm as he towered over her before letting out a sigh and falling back into the chair. ‘I couldn’t be bothered. Get out of my face, Kate. Sometimes your stupidity makes me sick.’
Kate’s eyes misted over. It was becoming a daily thing. She just didn’t know how to please him anymore. Before they were married he was so loving and attentive, but now everything she did irritated him.
Kate paused in the doorway and asked softly, ‘Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you something to eat?’
‘Yea, I am. But don’t dish up that muck you threw together last night. A man needs meat, Kate. Can’t you get that through your thick skull?’
Kate fought back her tears and went to the kitchen. She missed her sister and her parents, but Eric made it hard for her to see them. He drove her to work and picked her up in her little Honda. He said he needed her car to look for work during the day, but it had been over eight months since he’d found a steady job. She had no idea how their finances were going, but it must be OK because Eric had bought a large screen TV last week.
He’s just feeling down about not finding a job, she thought to herself as she made him a bacon burger for lunch. I’ll have to try harder to make him feel good about himself.
Chapter 16
Detectives Sutton and Perez
1994
LAPD
‘Come on people,’ growled Captain Ian Rogers as he impatiently gestured for the last of the uniforms to close the door and take a seat.
Rogers held up his hands and the rumbling of conversation stopped.
‘I want everyone up to speed on where we are so far with this latest le Segador killing.’
A uniformed officer spoke up, ‘Are we sure it’s the Reaper , Cap’n?’
His neighbor punched him in the shoulder, ‘Don’t you watch the news, Kastanza? That reporter ‘outed’ the details we’d kept under wraps. It’s his MO to the letter. It’s le Segador alright.’
Rogers growled again, ‘Allegedly a police leak.... but that’s another matter. For now, yes; it looks like him.’
A low murmur went around the room.
‘OK zip it. We’ve got a lot to cover.’
He nodded to the powerfully built, dark haired man to his left, ‘I want you all to meet Detective Marc Perez from San Francisco Homicide. He was the lead detective on le Segador’s three Frisco murders before he dropped off the radar. Lindi Jenkins in 1985, Suzy Kozlowski and Juanita Perry in 1986.’
Marc stepped forward and nodded.
‘Most of you know our own Detective Sutton was working the LA le Segador cases with lead detective Pat Brodie before his retirement in ’92 and Pat’s continuing assistance as a consultant ... until recently,’ Rogers paused, his eyes intent on a spot on the floor.
One of the plain clothes at the rear of the room asked, ‘How’s he doing, Captain?’
Rogers shook his head, ‘Not good.’ His lips clamped together in a firm white line. Another rumble of voices filled the room until one said what they were all thinking, ‘Fucking cancer.’
Detective Patrick Brodie was one of
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