‘OK, and your point is?’
‘My point is that I don’t think this guy came down here to be reminded of his murders, or of the time he spent with his victims. I think this guy came down here to watch TV, drink beer and read, just like regular folk. The difference is that he did all that surrounded by the framed skin of his victims.’
Hawk had walked the entire house before assigning the agents to their teams. He knew that the only TV set in the house was the old tube one down in the basement. He also knew that the small fridge in the corner had nothing but a few bottles of beer inside.
Something in Hawk’s voice concerned Fuller.
‘So what are you really saying, Hawk?’
Hawk paused by the bookcase and scanned through some of the titles.
‘What I’m saying is that I don’t think those were trophies.’ He pointed to the evidence bags on the floor now holding the five frames. ‘Those were just simple decorating items. If this guy really has a trophy room somewhere, this isn’t it.’ He paused and breathed in a worried breath. ‘I’m saying brace yourself, Fuller, because if this guy has a trophy room, we haven’t found it yet.’
Twenty-Seven
Upstairs in the house, Team B — Agents Miguel Reyna and Eric Goldstein, had just finished their swipe of the small bathroom and the first bedroom. They’d managed to collect several fingerprints from both rooms, but even without a more in-depth analysis, Goldstein, who was the team’s expert when it came to fingerprints, could tell that their patterns seemed identical, which hinted that they’d all come from the same person. The size of all the thumbprints found also indicated that the prints had probably come from a male subject.
The shower’s plughole had given them several hair strands, all of them short and dark brown in color. The high-intensity UV-light test they’d conducted in the first bedroom and in the bathroom had revealed no traces of semen or blood anywhere, not even in the bathroom’s washbasin from what could’ve been an old shaving cut. Several spots, some small, some large, did light up on the floor all around the toilet seat, and on the seat itself, but that was to be expected. Urine is extremely fluorescent when illuminated with ultraviolet light.
Just to be sure, they also ran a UV-light test on the walls. It’s not uncommon for perpetrators to try to cover bloodstained walls by giving them a new coat of paint. Though that would make them completely invisible to the naked eye, paint-covered bloodstains will still quite clearly reveal themselves under high-intensity UV-light scrutiny.
A few scattered speckles did light up on the corridor walls. Reyna and Goldstein collected samples of them all, but none of them were hidden behind the topcoat of paint. Both agents had their doubts that the samples they collected in the hallway would turn out to be blood.
They approached the last room at the end of the corridor, the master bedroom, and paused by the door, allowing their eyes to take everything in before proceeding.
The décor inside was sparse, cheap and messy, like a college dorm room furnished on a very low budget. The double bed pushed up against one of the walls looked like it had come from a Salvation Army shop, and so did the mattress and the black and gray bed cover and pillow cases. A wooden, drawerless bedside table, with a reading lamp on it, was also pushed up against the same wall, on the right side of the bed. An old-looking double-door wardrobe was centered against the west wall. The only other piece of furniture in that room was a small bookcase, crammed with books.
‘At least this shouldn’t take very long,’ Reyna said, slipping on a brand-new pair of latex gloves.
‘Good,’ Goldstein agreed. Even with the nose mask the strong mothball smell was starting to burn the inside of his nostrils.
They started like they had in the two previous rooms, with a high-intensity UV-light test, and as soon as they switched the UV light on, the bed covers lit up like a Christmas tree.
‘Well, no surprise there,’ Goldstein said. ‘Those sheets look like they’ve never been washed.’
While a variety of body fluids are fluorescent under high-intensity UV light — semen, blood, vaginal secretion, urine, saliva and sweat — using the light alone will not confirm exactly what sort of stain one is looking at. More tests are certainly needed. Also, several other non-body-fluid substances, like citric fruit juices or toothpaste, will certainly light up bright under a UV-light test.
‘Let’s bag all the bed covers and sheets,’ Goldstein said. ‘The lab will have to deal with this.’
Reyna quickly pulled everything off the bed and placed each item into individual evidence bags. The white mattress under the sheets showed no visible signs of any blood splatter, but they ran a UV test on it anyway. Once again, several speckles lit up here and there, but nothing that could get any alarm bells ringing. Nevertheless, Reyna and Goldstein marked and collected samples of them all.
When they were all done, Goldstein crossed over to where the small bookcase was, and carefully began retrieving each and every book. Reyna stayed by the bed, dusting its frame for fingerprints. As he moved over to the other side, he noticed something different on the side of the mattress — a long, horizontal makeshift flap, made from a thick white fabric that blended easily with the mattress, hiding it extremely well. He frowned at it and slowly ripped it from the mattress. Concealed underneath the flap, he found a long slit in the mattress.
‘Eric, come have a look at this,’ he called with a hand gesture.
Goldstein put down the book he was looking through, and walked back over to where Reyna was.
‘What do you think this is?’ Reyna asked, pointing to the long opening in the mattress.
Goldstein’s eyes widened a touch. ‘A hiding place.’
‘You bet,’ Reyna replied, slipping his fingers into the slot, and horizontally, pulling both sides apart, as wide as he could.
Goldstein bent down and shone his flashlight into the aperture. Neither of them could see anything past Reyna’s hands.
‘I’ll check,’ Goldstein said, putting his flashlight down, and slowly slipping his right hand into the gap. Very carefully he started touch-feeling his way around the inside of the mattress. First left, then right — nothing. He slid his arm in a little deeper, all the way up to his elbow. Left, right. Still nothing.
‘Maybe whatever was hidden here is already gone,’ Reyna offered.
Goldstein wasn’t about to give up just yet. He bent forward and shoved his whole arm into the mattress — all the way up to his shoulder. This time he didn’t have to feel around. His fingers immediately collided with something solid.
Goldstein paused and looked at Reyna in a particular way.
‘You’ve got something?’ Reyna asked, instinctively bending his head to one side to look into the gap again. He saw nothing.
‘Give me a sec,’ Goldstein said, spreading his fingers to grab whatever object was hidden inside the mattress. Whatever it was, it was about five inches thick.
‘Hold on,’ he said. ‘I’ve got it.’ He tried to pull it out, but the object slipped from his grip. ‘Hold on, hold on,’ he said again, now sliding his other arm into the mattress. With his arms shoulder-length apart, he grabbed hold of the object with both hands. ‘It feels like some sort of box,’ he announced, and slowly started dragging it out.
Reyna waited.
‘OK, here we go,’ Goldstein said as he got the object to the opening.
Reyna moved his hands out of the way, and felt an odd excitement run up and down his spine.
Goldstein dragged the whole object out of the mattress and placed it on the floor between them. It was a box. A wooden box of about twenty-nine inches long by twenty-one wide.