'There's a lot out there. Here, take a look.' Andreas handed him one of the papers. Across the top it read, 'Characteristics of a Serial Killer.'
Tassos looked at the list:
1. Over 90 percent male.
2. Tend to be intelligent
3. Do poorly in school, have trouble holding down jobs, and often work as unskilled laborers.
4. Tend to come from decidedly unstable families.
5. Abandoned by their fathers as children and raised by domineering mothers.
6. Families often have criminal, psychiatric, and alcoholic histories.
7. Hate their fathers and mothers.
8. Psychological, physical, and sexual abuse as child is common — often by a family member.
9. Many have spent time in institutions as children and have records of early psychiatric problems.
10. High suicide-attempt rates.
11. Many intensely interested from an early age in voyeurism, fetishism, and sadomasochistic pornography.
12. More than 60 percent wet their beds beyond age of 12.
13. Many are fascinated with starting fires. 14. Involved with sadistic activity or tormenting small creatures.
Andreas put the other papers on his desk. 'An FBI agent named Ressler came up with that list. There's a lot more, but this gives you the general idea.'
'Why do I have the feeling we're trying to teach ourselves brain surgery?' Tassos reread the list.
Andreas waited until he finished. 'I don't know what else to do. Do you know anyone we can ask for help we can trust to keep quiet?'
Tassos nodded no. 'But how long do you think we can go on like this' — he waved the paper in the air — 'before getting some real help?'
Andreas shrugged. 'Let's play it by ear until one of us feels we have to go public.'
Tassos stared at him. 'All I'm risking is forced early retirement, but you…' He left the thought hanging.
Andreas looked down at his desk. 'I know what you're about to say.'
Tassos shrugged. 'I really liked your dad and thought he got a raw deal, but if the press gets pissed off at you, they'll be screaming…' Again he hesitated.
Andreas finished Tassos' sentence without looking up, '"Like father, like son"?' He didn't wait for an answer. 'I really don't like talking about this…' Andreas was surprised he'd made that admission to a stranger. 'But I'll give you an answer.'
He lifted his eyes and stared directly at Tassos. 'I'm not going to stop doing what I think's right out of fear that the press might come after me like they did my father.' They'd done more than just come after him — they'd crucified him — but Andreas had no intention of discussing it further. Besides, everyone from Tassos' era on the force knew all the details — up to and including the suicide.
Neither man spoke.
Andreas leaned forward and broke the tension. 'Anything new?'
Tassos noticeably relaxed in his chair. 'We've positively identified the dead body from dental records as the woman in the photo I faxed you, Helen Vandrew. Her parents are on their way to Greece to claim the body.'
Silence.
Tassos continued. 'The other three bodies probably were bound the same as Vandrew.'
Andreas looked surprised. 'How could you tell?'
'The twine.' He folded the list and put it in his pocket.
'Twine?'
'Costas found deteriorated bits of hemp in the crypt that match the approximate age of the bones.'
'He found twine that old?' Andreas gave a nodding look of admiration.
Tassos nodded with him. 'The crypt was dry and the twine the heavy-duty, commercial stuff farmers use. It's made to survive all kinds of weather.'
'Any idea where it came from?'
'Not yet, but doubt that would help much. It's sold all over the world. Nothing unique about it.'
Andreas let out a breath. 'All bound the same way… all killed in a church…' His voice drifted off. 'The killer has to be acting out some sort of religious ritual — but what kind of ritual ever involved human sacrifice in Greece?'
Tassos shrugged. 'There's always our myths. Look at Euripides' or Homer's account of Agamemnon.'
Andreas shook his head. 'I can't believe some myth about a king sacrificing his daughter so that the gods would send wind for his sailing ships is behind this.'
'But a woman was at the center of the myth. They were warships sailing to Troy to rescue Helen.' Tassos said the words without emotion.
Andreas said, 'I just don't see it — two Helens or not — but who the hell knows. We're trying to figure out what twisted thinking is driving a crazy.' He shook his head again and drummed the fingers of his right hand on his desk. 'What about the drugs?'
Tassos lifted and dropped his hands. 'Crystal meth? It must have something to do with getting his victim sexually excited. I don't have to tell you how tough that'll be to trace. It's everywhere. If we had a suspect, I could kick around some local dealers to try and come up with a match, but without a suspect, forget it.'
Andreas let out a breath. 'Could be homemade stuff. All he'd need is fertilizer, battery acid, and cold medicine.'
'More Internet research?'
Andreas let the teasing pass with a smile. 'I think there are three things to get started on right away, One' — he popped out a finger for emphasis — 'identify the sets of bones; two' — out popped another finger — 'find anyone who saw the Vandrew girl on the island and three-'
'Look for more bodies,' Tassos interrupted.
Andreas hadn't intended to say that. He'd thought it, but that wasn't his third choice — his was checking out Father Paul. Finding more bodies would make it a hell of a lot tougher to keep things quiet — practically and morally.
Andreas shrugged. 'You're right.' He'd check out his original point three on his own.
Tassos said, 'I'm pretty sure the bones we found were tourists because there are no women — Mykonian or otherwise — reported as missing from Mykonos even faintly resembling the size of the skeletons.'
'How can that be? There are four women buried in a church on Mykonos. You'd think someone would have reported at least one of them missing.'
Tassos shook his head. 'That's why I'm saying we should widen the search, look for missing foreigners generally — or at least off-island Greeks — not just those who disappeared on Mykonos. Someone might have tried to file a report, but Mykonos has a long history of claiming "nothing bad happens here."' He emphasized the phrase with his fingers in quote marks and a look of disgust. 'If someone tried reporting a foreign woman as missing on Mykonos, the police would say she must have left the island and no missing-person report would be tied to Mykonos. Only if a missing person were local or one with Greek friends or a family raising holy hell would there be a real push made.' He grinned. 'Isn't that one of the reasons you're its new chief — to change all that?'
There really were no secrets from this guy, Andreas thought. It reminded him of how his dad somehow always knew when he was hiding cookies under his pillow. 'How do you suggest we get an ID on the bones without going through official channels?'
'I'll ask a friend at Interpol who owes me a favor for a list of possible matches.'
Andreas leaned back in his chair. He knew any likely match meant DNA testing against family members. How the hell to keep that quiet? 'My guys are checking the hotels, bars, clubs, taxis, tavernas, shops, and beaches for anyone who might have seen Vandrew.'
Tassos nodded. 'So, on to point three.'
Andreas said, 'How are we ever going to search all those churches?'
Tassos shrugged. 'Good question. Even if we had the men, the families and the archbishop would be down our throats the moment we started. Trust me, our quiet investigation would end in roaring flames.'
Silence.
Andreas swiveled again. 'Maybe we don't have to go at it that way. If our killer's hidden other bodies,' and it seemed painfully certain he had, 'I think I know where to find them.'