nightmare, but it was already gone. He picked up a porno mag from the floor and started thumbing through it. That usually calmed him down.
He flipped through the well-worn pages until his eyes came to rest on one particular picture. The woman in the photo had long blonde hair, wore cut off’s and her breasts were bare as she leaned against a ’57 Chevy. The magazine was old, the pages torn, but he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away.
Something about her was familiar. The longer he gazed at her face, the angrier he got. There was only one way to stop the demons in his head.
It was time to start the hunt again.
TEN
Thomas was leaning back in his chair looking up at his makeshift murder board when Kim Johnson came in and tossed a giant folder on his desk.
“Here’s the VICAP report.”
Thomas quickly sat up and swiveled his chair to face his desk. He pulled the file close. “Jesus, that’s thick. Anything interesting?” He opened it up and thumbed through a few pages.
“To summarize, I came up with ten bodies accompanied by sand over the last five years in California; four women, two men, three children, and a dog—”
Thomas looked up. “A dog?”
“Affirmative.”
“Was it buried alone?”
Johnson stood with her feet apart, her hands clamped behind her back. “Actually, no, it was buried alongside a seven-year-old girl.”
“Interesting. I wonder if that was a one-time thing?”
“Don’t know. You want me to look into it?”
“Nope, just thinking aloud. It’s peculiar, that’s all. ”
She rocked back and forth on her feet while she talked.
“Okay, continuing on. Of the women: one brunette killed by blunt force trauma to the head and buried in the Mojave Desert, no rape or torture. That leaves you with four blondes, each raped then murdered, and either found on the sand or under it near a large body of water.”
“Thanks, Johnson.” He dismissed her and turned his attention back to the file, eager to start reviewing it.
Thomas immediately scanned the contents of the file. Johnson had placed the blonde murder victims on the top of the stack. Organizing the cases by date, he leaned back in his chair, put his feet on his desk and began to read.
The first victim was, Cynthia Gross, twenty-four-years old, long blonde hair, blue eyes, five feet five inches. Her body was discovered almost five years before in San Francisco, on the shore under the Bay Bridge.
Her face had multiple contusions, and she had been raped and strangled, but her cause of death was repeated trauma to the back of the head. Seminal fluid found in the vagina was not conclusive for DNA. Perpetrator a non-secretor. Thomas dropped his feet from the desk, and sat up.
What were the odds?
No mention of sodomy or mutilation. Death occurred within hours of her noted disappearance. The body had lain in the elements for three days before it was discovered. Her car was found in the parking lot of a McDonald’s in downtown San Francisco. She had been a resident of Alameda. This could very well be his first kill.
Thomas shuffled the pages and began to read about the next victim. Found approximately three years later was the body of Ruth Katzmerik: thirty-two, five-feet-two, long blonde hair, blue eyes. She was found in a shallow grave on a beach in Morro Bay, raped and sodomized, but unmutilated. Ligature marks on wrists and ankles. Strangled repeatedly over the course of several days, he noted because of the overlapping bruises in the photos. Some were fresh; others had started to heal. COD was a subjugated larynx. Was that a mistake? Did he mean to crush her larynx, or had he just gotten carried away? Again, the seminal fluid found was that of a non-secretor.
Shit, I’m on a roll.
Ruth had been an attorney in downtown Los Angeles and lived in Santa Monica, roughly two hundred and twenty-five miles south of Morro Bay where she was dumped. Her body had been discovered seven days from the date she was
He flipped through the well-worn pages until his eyes came to rest on one particular picture. The woman in the photo had long blonde hair, wore cut off’s and her breasts were bare as she leaned against a ’57 Chevy. The magazine was old, the pages torn, but he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away.
Something about her was familiar. The longer he gazed at her face, the angrier he got. There was only one way to stop the demons in his head.
It was time to start the hunt again.
TEN
Thomas was leaning back in his chair looking up at his makeshift murder board when Kim Johnson came in and tossed a giant folder on his desk.
“Here’s the VICAP report.”
Thomas quickly sat up and swiveled his chair to face his desk. He pulled the file close. “Jesus, that’s thick. Anything interesting?” He opened it up and thumbed through a few pages.
“To summarize, I came up with ten bodies accompanied by sand over the last five years in California; four women, two men, three children, and a dog—”
Thomas looked up. “A dog?”
“Affirmative.”
“Was it buried alone?”
Johnson stood with her feet apart, her hands clamped behind her back. “Actually, no, it was buried alongside a seven-year-old girl.”
“Interesting. I wonder if that was a one-time thing?”
“Don’t know. You want me to look into it?”
“Nope, just thinking aloud. It’s peculiar, that’s all. ”
She rocked back and forth on her feet while she talked.
“Okay, continuing on. Of the women: one brunette killed by blunt force trauma to the head and buried in the Mojave Desert, no rape or torture. That leaves you with four blondes, each raped then murdered, and either found on the sand or under it near a large body of water.”
“Thanks, Johnson.” He dismissed her and turned his attention back to the file, eager to start reviewing it.
Thomas immediately scanned the contents of the file. Johnson had placed the blonde murder victims on the top of the stack. Organizing the cases by date, he leaned back in his chair, put his feet on his desk and began to read.
The first victim was, Cynthia Gross, twenty-four-years old, long blonde hair, blue eyes, five feet five inches. Her body was discovered almost five years before in San Francisco, on the shore under the Bay Bridge.
Her face had multiple contusions, and she had been raped and strangled, but her cause of death was repeated trauma to the back of the head. Seminal fluid found in the vagina was not conclusive for DNA. Perpetrator a non-secretor. Thomas dropped his feet from the desk, and sat up.
What were the odds?
No mention of sodomy or mutilation. Death occurred within hours of her noted disappearance. The body had lain in the elements for three days before it was discovered. Her car was found in the parking lot of a McDonald’s in downtown San Francisco. She had been a resident of Alameda. This could very well be his first kill.
Thomas shuffled the pages and began to read about the next victim. Found approximately three years later was the body of Ruth Katzmerik: thirty-two, five-feet-two, long blonde hair, blue eyes. She was found in a shallow grave on a beach in Morro Bay, raped and sodomized, but unmutilated. Ligature marks on wrists and ankles. Strangled repeatedly over the course of several days, he noted because of the overlapping bruises in the photos. Some were fresh; others had started to heal. COD was a subjugated larynx. Was that a mistake? Did he mean to crush her larynx, or had he just gotten carried away? Again, the seminal fluid found was that of a non-secretor.
Shit, I’m on a roll.
Ruth had been an attorney in downtown Los Angeles and lived in Santa Monica, roughly two hundred and twenty-five miles south of Morro Bay where she was dumped. Her body had been discovered seven days from the date she was
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