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smiling. “Without a doubt.”
~~~
“Another body was found this morning, in Clevestone. It has
to be Shelby Torrent,” Ethan told Jeri as she emerged from the shower. “We’ll
head over when you’re ready.”
“Ten minutes,” Jeri answered, quickly toweling off. “He
didn’t waste any time,” she commented, throwing on her clothes. “Where in
Clevestone?”
“Same as the others, side of a road leading to a few farms.
Nothing different, that I know of.”
“He has to know that the authorities will tie Shelby to the
prostitutes, will know they’ve got a serial operating in the area. Something in
Clevestone is important enough to him that it doesn’t matter.”
“I called Nate, he’s on it. We should have access to
anything we need, legally. If the locals call in the FBI, they’ll refer them to
us.”
“That makes things easier, I suppose.” Jeri picked up a
brush, ran it through her hair. “I feel like we should be the ones to tell
Shelby’s mother. We promised her that we’d help, I don’t want her to think we
dropped the case, just because Shelby died.”
“We can call her this afternoon, if you like. After she’s
been notified. Our time is better spent trying to find Allison, before the same
thing happens to her.” Ethan came to stand behind her, his reflection somber in
the mirror.
“You’re right,” Jeri sighed. “I’d like to give Monique and
Chloe the profile, before we leave. It will help them narrow down the property
search list.”
“Sure thing, I’ll let them know we’ll be dropping by on our
way out,” Ethan gave Jeri a squeeze, before leaving her to finish.
~~~
“We’re looking for a white male, early to mid-thirties, with
money. I was able to isolate one of his shoes in part of Allison’s live video,
and they’re made of high grade Italian leather. Very pricey.” Jeri met both
women’s eyes before continuing. “The jacket he was wearing last night, when he
paid Allison a visit, also appeared to be custom, not something you would find
on the department store rack.”
“So, he can afford fine things, how does that help us find
him?” Chloe asked.
“For one thing, estates, or properties with high-end homes,
go straight to the top of our list. Our boy is not your average farmer, working
the land. He may own a farm, but he doesn’t get his hands dirty, not that way.
He’s very particular about his tools, almost to the point of being OCD. His
kill room reminded me of one of Anson’s, stainless steel table, bright lights,
cutting implements laid out precisely on a tray. It’s as if he’s following
Anson’s play book; that he’s not thinking for himself at all.”
“Do you think he’s diagnosed as OCD? Could that help us
narrow down the list?” Monique asked.
“I’m not saying that he’s absolutely OCD, just that he’s
meticulous, and very controlled. His hand never shook when he cut Shelby. And
the monologue to his viewers was charismatic, conversational, and upbeat,
totally out of sync with his actions.”
“The way he described his technique, when he was killing
her, reminded me of a chef on one of those cooking shows,” Chloe shuddered.
“Exactly, he has no remorse, whatsoever, which isn’t
surprising, but he is also quite charming as he caters to his audience. Typical
sociopathic behavior,” Jeri confirmed.
“So, he’s probably popular, has an active social life?”
Chloe asked, trying to understand the dichotomy.
“Possibly, but I doubt it. He can turn on the charm at will,
but he’s not interested in personal associations. He plays a role in his real
life, one that keeps the status quo, but he lies as easily as he breathes. Any
mistakes he makes are never his fault, someone else is always to blame. But his
intelligence, and high charisma, help him skate through.”
“Do you think he’s married, has a family?”
“Hard to say, it’s easier for these guys to be loners, but
having a family is not out of the
~~~
“Another body was found this morning, in Clevestone. It has
to be Shelby Torrent,” Ethan told Jeri as she emerged from the shower. “We’ll
head over when you’re ready.”
“Ten minutes,” Jeri answered, quickly toweling off. “He
didn’t waste any time,” she commented, throwing on her clothes. “Where in
Clevestone?”
“Same as the others, side of a road leading to a few farms.
Nothing different, that I know of.”
“He has to know that the authorities will tie Shelby to the
prostitutes, will know they’ve got a serial operating in the area. Something in
Clevestone is important enough to him that it doesn’t matter.”
“I called Nate, he’s on it. We should have access to
anything we need, legally. If the locals call in the FBI, they’ll refer them to
us.”
“That makes things easier, I suppose.” Jeri picked up a
brush, ran it through her hair. “I feel like we should be the ones to tell
Shelby’s mother. We promised her that we’d help, I don’t want her to think we
dropped the case, just because Shelby died.”
“We can call her this afternoon, if you like. After she’s
been notified. Our time is better spent trying to find Allison, before the same
thing happens to her.” Ethan came to stand behind her, his reflection somber in
the mirror.
“You’re right,” Jeri sighed. “I’d like to give Monique and
Chloe the profile, before we leave. It will help them narrow down the property
search list.”
“Sure thing, I’ll let them know we’ll be dropping by on our
way out,” Ethan gave Jeri a squeeze, before leaving her to finish.
~~~
“We’re looking for a white male, early to mid-thirties, with
money. I was able to isolate one of his shoes in part of Allison’s live video,
and they’re made of high grade Italian leather. Very pricey.” Jeri met both
women’s eyes before continuing. “The jacket he was wearing last night, when he
paid Allison a visit, also appeared to be custom, not something you would find
on the department store rack.”
“So, he can afford fine things, how does that help us find
him?” Chloe asked.
“For one thing, estates, or properties with high-end homes,
go straight to the top of our list. Our boy is not your average farmer, working
the land. He may own a farm, but he doesn’t get his hands dirty, not that way.
He’s very particular about his tools, almost to the point of being OCD. His
kill room reminded me of one of Anson’s, stainless steel table, bright lights,
cutting implements laid out precisely on a tray. It’s as if he’s following
Anson’s play book; that he’s not thinking for himself at all.”
“Do you think he’s diagnosed as OCD? Could that help us
narrow down the list?” Monique asked.
“I’m not saying that he’s absolutely OCD, just that he’s
meticulous, and very controlled. His hand never shook when he cut Shelby. And
the monologue to his viewers was charismatic, conversational, and upbeat,
totally out of sync with his actions.”
“The way he described his technique, when he was killing
her, reminded me of a chef on one of those cooking shows,” Chloe shuddered.
“Exactly, he has no remorse, whatsoever, which isn’t
surprising, but he is also quite charming as he caters to his audience. Typical
sociopathic behavior,” Jeri confirmed.
“So, he’s probably popular, has an active social life?”
Chloe asked, trying to understand the dichotomy.
“Possibly, but I doubt it. He can turn on the charm at will,
but he’s not interested in personal associations. He plays a role in his real
life, one that keeps the status quo, but he lies as easily as he breathes. Any
mistakes he makes are never his fault, someone else is always to blame. But his
intelligence, and high charisma, help him skate through.”
“Do you think he’s married, has a family?”
“Hard to say, it’s easier for these guys to be loners, but
having a family is not out of the
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