kicker; I feel the anger and passion he feels
is becoming stronger with a need to ease the hurt that he carries around inside
him. To ease those pains he hunts these women. I tell you this with complete professional
warnings; we had better find him quickly.”
He paused once again, deep in thought.
“I think he’s like a shark, with blood in the water.
He’s feeding on his ability to kill and it is getting to the point that he is no
longer in control of this evil need and whatever the need is, it’s increasing in
intensity. I predict, based on the evidence here in comparison with the past cases,
he will become more sexually volatile with each new victim.”
An ambulance pulled up before either detective could
ask for further details on his theory. Marvin waved to them and then turned back
to the detectives.
“They’ll transport the body to the lab and I’ll get right
on the autopsy. I’ll call immediately when I have any information for you.”
“That’s great, Doc, we really need a break in this case.
Some kind of DNA has got to show up from this guy. They always make a mistake sooner
or later, but this guy is being real careful.”
They watched as the body was wrapped and placed in a
black bag and then lifted onto a stretcher and carried up the hill.
“How many more, Lon, before we catch this guy?”
Anne waited expecting an answer, but Lon continued to
stare at the departing group carrying the woman’s body.
“You know Anne,” he said, coming out of his trance like
state, “if the coroner’s theory is right, the killer could get careless as he becomes
more sexually active with his victims and may become overly confident in his ability
to evade detection. I think the fact that he left this girl with even a fraction
of life left in her body, proves that theory.”
They walked up the hill to the squad car and the young
hitchhiker who had discovered the body was sitting in the back seat with the door
opened and he stepped out as they approached.
“Hey,” he said unsure of what to expect from them. “This
was some night. I never expected to ever be involved in anything like this.”
“We can understand your uneasiness. Tragedies like this
can be nerve shaking to the toughest of us. Are you holding up, Anne asked?”
“I’m fine, now.”
He realized Lon’s querying eyes were staring at him analyzing
his words for truth or lies and he decided against saying anything further that
might incriminate him.
After the two of them were satisfied he had answered
their questions on the why and how he happened to be in the area of the dead girl’s
body, they took down his personal information and released him. Lon watched him
as he walked away hoping they had not made a mistake by letting him go.
“You had better get home Lon,” Anne said. “Your family
thinks you’re still at a ball game.”
“Man, oh man, I forgot about Tad’s call. Come on, I’ll
drop you off at your car, and listen, I know from experience we can count on being
under the microscope tomorrow when news of tonight’s murder is spread all over the
papers. The big wigs will be looking for someone to sacrifice to the media.”
Lon left final instructions for the officer staying behind
protecting the scene and walked quietly to the squad car. The trip was relatively
quiet compared to their usual banter; instead each remained deep in their thoughts,
trying to make sense of the information they had gathered and where to go from there.
“If you take the next left, Lon, it’s a shortcut to where
you picked me up. Going against my ‘I know better’ side I’m going in and have a
nightcap before I turn in. I’d ask you to join me, but you need to get home and
spend some time in that bed of yours.”
“Hey why don’t you take a little extra time in the morning?
I’ll cover the early calls from the papers, etcetera, and that gives me first choice
on a doughnut.”
“Thanks for the offer partner, but it’s my day to drop
Tad