Profile of Evil Read Online Free
Author: Alexa Grace
Tags: romantic suspense mystery suspense crime drama police procedural
my words, bitch."
Alison listened as she heard him walk away. A short time later, she heard him close his bedroom door. She was safe from him—at least for tonight.
Closing her eyes, she hoped she'd dream of Anthony.
<><><>
Cameron entered Brody's office, sat in one of the guest chairs, and waited for his brother to get off the phone. Glancing at Brody's bookcase, he noticed a photo taken when he and Gabe were teenagers; they were holding fishing poles, as well as the fish they'd caught. The photo next to it was taken at his police academy graduation. Brody was all smiles and had his arm around his shoulders. Another photo was of Gabe in his high school football jersey, taken after a winning game. He focused his attention back on his oldest brother and thought of what a good father he'd make someday. He'd certainly done his best with Gabe and him when they'd lost Mom.
"So tell me about the second victim," said Brody, even before he'd hung up the phone.
Cameron opened his notepad, though most of the information was in his memory. "Bryan thinks she was closer to thirteen or fourteen, a little older than the vic in the trunk. Cause of death the same—gunshot to the back of the head. This time the bullet entered at the back of the skull and exited out the front. As you know, no casing was found at the scene."
"The killer probably killed them one after the other, using the same gun, so we're looking for a nine mil. Send the slug to ATF in Indianapolis to get an official identification."
Cameron shot Brody an incredulous glare, then continued. "Seriously? Do you really think I didn't plan to, Brody? It's not like I'm a rookie."
"Sorry, Cam."
"Do you want me to go on?"
Brody nodded, and Cameron continued, "This girl had oatmeal for breakfast, too, just like the first victim, so Bryan estimates her time of death is the same. Bryan's team is checking the Missing Persons DNA Database, as well as CODIS."
"I can tell by your expression that there's more to tell."
Cameron paused, then said, "Bryan found bruising and abrasions in a circular pattern around each girl's neck. He thinks they were both wearing some kind of collar that was too tight. Maybe even a dog collar."
"Sick."
"There's more. There was extensive vaginal tearing, abrasions and scarring that suggests they'd been raped repeatedly."
Disgusted, Brody shook his head, and asked, "Do you have the license plate number with you?"
Cameron nodded, flipped a page in his notepad and handed it to Brody.
"Let's run this baby." Brody plugged the number into the database, and then turned his computer screen so Cameron could see the results, too.
"There," said Cameron as he pointed toward the screen. "Car belongs to Tillie Bradford. She lives in Gary, Indiana."
"Yeah, and there's a note to call Detective Rodney Williams."
Brody dialed the detective's number and put his phone on speaker. As soon as Williams answered, Brody introduced himself, as well as Cameron.
"We had a 1996 red Toyota Corolla on fire here in Perrysville. When we ran the tags, we saw the note to call you."
"We've been looking for that car and the girl who took it for nine months," Detective Williams said. "The car belongs to Tillie Bradford, a single mom here in Gary. Tillie's thirteen-year-old daughter, Sophia, took the red Toyota Corolla when she ran away."
"Are you telling me a thirteen-year-old, without a driver's license, drove that car all the way to Shawnee County? That's a two and a half hour drive."
"Her mother says she's a little out of control," he responded. "I'd say a lot out of control. One thing though, that girl is smart or was being advised by someone who knew how to disappear. We ran into one dead end after another. It was strange."
"No kidding?"
"So are you holding Sophia? Are you sending her back to Gary?"
"There were two bodies in the car, both shot in the head at close range. I think your Sophia is one of them."
"Damn, I hate to hear that. I'd really hoped we'd
Alison listened as she heard him walk away. A short time later, she heard him close his bedroom door. She was safe from him—at least for tonight.
Closing her eyes, she hoped she'd dream of Anthony.
<><><>
Cameron entered Brody's office, sat in one of the guest chairs, and waited for his brother to get off the phone. Glancing at Brody's bookcase, he noticed a photo taken when he and Gabe were teenagers; they were holding fishing poles, as well as the fish they'd caught. The photo next to it was taken at his police academy graduation. Brody was all smiles and had his arm around his shoulders. Another photo was of Gabe in his high school football jersey, taken after a winning game. He focused his attention back on his oldest brother and thought of what a good father he'd make someday. He'd certainly done his best with Gabe and him when they'd lost Mom.
"So tell me about the second victim," said Brody, even before he'd hung up the phone.
Cameron opened his notepad, though most of the information was in his memory. "Bryan thinks she was closer to thirteen or fourteen, a little older than the vic in the trunk. Cause of death the same—gunshot to the back of the head. This time the bullet entered at the back of the skull and exited out the front. As you know, no casing was found at the scene."
"The killer probably killed them one after the other, using the same gun, so we're looking for a nine mil. Send the slug to ATF in Indianapolis to get an official identification."
Cameron shot Brody an incredulous glare, then continued. "Seriously? Do you really think I didn't plan to, Brody? It's not like I'm a rookie."
"Sorry, Cam."
"Do you want me to go on?"
Brody nodded, and Cameron continued, "This girl had oatmeal for breakfast, too, just like the first victim, so Bryan estimates her time of death is the same. Bryan's team is checking the Missing Persons DNA Database, as well as CODIS."
"I can tell by your expression that there's more to tell."
Cameron paused, then said, "Bryan found bruising and abrasions in a circular pattern around each girl's neck. He thinks they were both wearing some kind of collar that was too tight. Maybe even a dog collar."
"Sick."
"There's more. There was extensive vaginal tearing, abrasions and scarring that suggests they'd been raped repeatedly."
Disgusted, Brody shook his head, and asked, "Do you have the license plate number with you?"
Cameron nodded, flipped a page in his notepad and handed it to Brody.
"Let's run this baby." Brody plugged the number into the database, and then turned his computer screen so Cameron could see the results, too.
"There," said Cameron as he pointed toward the screen. "Car belongs to Tillie Bradford. She lives in Gary, Indiana."
"Yeah, and there's a note to call Detective Rodney Williams."
Brody dialed the detective's number and put his phone on speaker. As soon as Williams answered, Brody introduced himself, as well as Cameron.
"We had a 1996 red Toyota Corolla on fire here in Perrysville. When we ran the tags, we saw the note to call you."
"We've been looking for that car and the girl who took it for nine months," Detective Williams said. "The car belongs to Tillie Bradford, a single mom here in Gary. Tillie's thirteen-year-old daughter, Sophia, took the red Toyota Corolla when she ran away."
"Are you telling me a thirteen-year-old, without a driver's license, drove that car all the way to Shawnee County? That's a two and a half hour drive."
"Her mother says she's a little out of control," he responded. "I'd say a lot out of control. One thing though, that girl is smart or was being advised by someone who knew how to disappear. We ran into one dead end after another. It was strange."
"No kidding?"
"So are you holding Sophia? Are you sending her back to Gary?"
"There were two bodies in the car, both shot in the head at close range. I think your Sophia is one of them."
"Damn, I hate to hear that. I'd really hoped we'd
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