"Yeah," Lee answered. "And it means it's evolving, which is not necessarily a good thing."
"The tox screen on her blood came in negative," said Florette. "That means he's restraining her physically-so he has at least average strength."
"Not necessarily," said Nelson. "He could blindside her in the initial attack, knocking her unconscious before he ties her up."
Lee shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He realized he had been hoping the tox screen would be positive-at least if the victims were drugged, there was a chance their suffering would be dulled.
"There are some chemicals that wouldn't remain in the system long enough to show up in a tox screen," Chuck added.
"Some," Nelson agreed. "But he would have to have access to them."
"Okay, so he's getting close enough to them to attack them suddenly," said Florette. His deep, rich baritone sounded more like the cultivated voice of an FM classical announcer than a police detective. "If he's not alarming to his victims right away, maybe there's something about him that disarms them-that appeals to them, even."
"That's why killers like Bundy are so terrifying," Nelson said. "It's their appeal-he was killer, con man, and fantasy date all rolled into one."
"I'll tell you something else about him that is just like Bundy," Lee said.
"What's that?" Florette asked, sitting up a little straighter.
"Have you noticed the similarities in the victims?"
"You mean, they're all nice conservative Catholic girls?"
"No," Lee answered. "It's more specific than that."
Nelson looked at the photos spread out in front of him. "Oh, God-I didn't see it before, but you're right!"
"Right about what?" Florette asked.
"The hair," Nelson replied. "Remember how Bundy always chose women with straight dark hair, parted in the middle?"
Florette frowned. "I don't have quite the same expertise you-"
Nelson interrupted him. "His victims all resembled a woman who had broken his heart-"
"But wasn't that a common hairstyle in the mid seventies when Bundy was operating?" Chuck pointed out.
"Fair enough," Lee said. "But the point we're trying to make is that there's a physical similarity between this guy's victims too, or at least there seems to be. They all have dark curly hair, cut short."
"You're right," Florette agreed.
"I think we should open our minds to another possibility," Lee suggested.
"What's that?" Florette asked.
"That there is more than one person involved."
"Oh, come on, Lee-" Nelson began.
"Just hear me out-"
"Doesn't this kind of killer work alone?" Florette asked.
"Yes, but occasionally you find them working in pairs," Lee replied. "A stronger, more dominant type with a submissive partner-Charles Ng, for example."
"He was the exception that proves the rule!" Nelson retorted irritably.
Charles Ng was one of the most sadistic and horribly deviant serial killers who ever lived-and a lot was known about him, because he videotaped his crimes. His sidekick Leonard Lake was the weaker but equally culpable partner in their rampage of kidnapping, torture, and murder of men and women in California in the 1980s.
"What if he was the 'assistant' or sidekick to a rapist say, five years ago-and he's since graduated to his own crimes?" Florette suggested.
"I actually think the nature of these killings indicate there could be two perpetrators working together," Lee said. "There is evidence of arrogance and gentleness-"
"What's 'gentle' about these crimes?" Chuck asked.
"The killer is someone who didn't seem threatening to his victims, which means he was probably shy and unassuming-"
"Or smooth and convincing, like Bundy," Nelson interjected.
"Then there are the physical difficulties of one perpetrator doing this all by himself," Lee went on.
"Yeah," Butts agreed. "It does seem kinda tricky."
"The girls were all low-risk victims who were left in public places," Lee continued. "And the carving is both arrogant and incredibly risky. At least one perpetrator is controlling and organized, with a sophisticated knowledge of forensic investigation."
"It's perfectly believable that it could be the work of one person," Nelson argued.
"If there are two killers," Lee continued, "we could expect the more submissive partner would be exhibiting odd behavior as the stress begins to get to him. People around him would notice this."
"What about the other guy?" Florette asked.
"If he is in a relationship of some kind, he would be controlling and possibly violent-though not necessarily physically violent. But he would certainly be manipulative and controlling. He might have a history of petty crimes: shoplifting, breaking and entering, that kind of thing. But he might not have a criminal record yet, depending on how old he is-or how lucky."
"What about these mysterious text messages you've been getting?" Chuck asked, changing the subject. "Do you think they're related?"
"I don't know," Lee replied. All attempts to trace them had been unsuccessful so far.
"What text messages?" Nelson asked. "I didn't hear anything about that."
The door was flung open, and Detective Butts stormed into the room, brandishing a newspaper over his head as though he were going to swat someone with it.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded, slapping the paper down on Morton's desk.
Nelson's eyes narrowed and hardened, as they did when he was dangerously irritated. Butts was oblivious to Nelson's mood, however; his square body was rigid with rage.
"Look at what these pansy reporters wrote! Where the hell do they get off writing this kind of crap?"
Lee looked down at the paper, its headline screaming out alarm:
Slasher continues to terrorize city.Police baffled.
"For Chrissake, talk about yellow journalism!" Butts fumed, shoving a chewed cigar stub into his mouth.
Florette snorted. "Well, what do you expect from the Post?"
"That's all we need, to have a goddamn panic on our hands!" Butts threw himself into the beat-up chair in front of the window and stared out moodily.
Lee looked down at the headline, and read the first paragraph of text. "The killer is not content to merely kill, but must mutilate his victims in order to achieve his sick satisfaction…" He looked at Butts. "Where did they get this? This information wasn't released to the public." What he didn't say was that it was curious that the press had picked up on the nickname Butts himself had chosen for the killer.
"Who knows?" Butts replied. "They're goddamn vultures-scavengers makin' money off these girls' deaths."
"Well, if you put it that way, we are too," Florette pointed out.
Butts chewed viciously on his cigar, nearly biting it in two.
"It's not the same thing! We're workin' to solve this thing. Our job is about protecting people."
"Well, we're not going to get very far if someone keeps leaking things to the press," Lee pointed out.
Butts got up and tossed what was left of his cigar in the trash basket next to Morton's desk and sat in one of the captain's chairs scattered around the desk. "It probably was one of the geeks in the morgue, or maybe a CSI did it. Who knows? Could be anyone."
Chuck walked into the room, his face grim.
"We've got trouble," he said, sitting behind his desk. "Walker's lodged a formal complaint against you," he said to Lee.
Butts smacked the arm of his chair with his closed fist. "Bastard!"
"What does this mean for the investigation?" Lee asked.
Chuck picked up the glass paperweight from his desk and held it in both hands. "It's hard to say. Internal Affairs will have to evaluate the complaint and decide what to do about it."
"Can they take me off the case?" Lee asked.
Chuck put the paperweight down and put his hands in the air in a gesture of helplessness. "They can do anything they want."