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car wasn’t here when I got home. Would you like to come in? I was just about to order a pizza and look over the case.”
“Um… yeah, sure. I can stay for a bit. What are you looking at?” he walked in the living room and sat on the pillow Rilynne threw on the floor for him.
“Do you want a beer?” she asked as she walked back into the kitchen to grab her wine and her case files. “Or I have some wine if you prefer.”
“A beer would be great, thanks.”
She handed him the amber bottle and took a seat next to him on the floor. “You worked all of the scenes right? Well, except for the latest one.”
“All but the first abduction scene. Nicole did that one herself, I believe. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just trying to get inside of this guys head. He put a lot of thought into the reactions he wanted to receive from the way he set the scenes. Maybe if I understood the reactions better, it could help me understand him a little more. It sounds silly, I know.”
“No, not at all. It’s impressive, actually. You seem to be able to get in these creeps heads better than anyone else.” Ben stared at the papers on the floor, and would not meet Rilynne’s eyes.
“Yeah, I have always had a knack for profiling people. From what I hear, you are one of the top crime scene investigators in the country. Now that’s an extraordinary accomplishment.”
Ben just shrugged and took a large swig of his beer. “I just have a knack for noticing the details.”
Rilynne chuckled and picked up a stack of crime scene pictures and handed them to Ben. “Well, details are exactly what I’m looking for right now. Let’s start with the first dumpsite. What did you first notice about it?”
Ben flipped through the pictures. It was a site similar to the one where Rilynne had found the last victim. The body had been found by a group of college kids on a camping trip. The pieces had been spread around the clearing, and no real effort was made to hide them. The area was a popular spot for campers and hikers, and anyone from the area would have known the body would have been found relatively quickly.
“We have had our share of murders, but I had never seen anything so brutal before,” he stated, staring at the picture of the victim’s head, which had been placed atop a pile of rocks. “It was almost contradictory in itself. He obviously wanted the body found, or he would have disposed of it more carefully. But at the same time, he made some attempt at covering the pieces.” He handed the picture to Rilynne. “Like the head; he placed it on a pile of rocks, but put a few branches on top of it to conceal it. He didn’t just want the body found. He wanted it to be a shock when it was. You go to grab a small pile of brush to set a fire and find that you have grabbed a human head.”
“Yeah, that would be one hell of a shock. You want another beer?” she asked as she got up to refill her glass.
“Sure, I could go for another.”
Rilynne plopped back down on her pillow, and picked the picture of the head back up. “Why do you think he changes their appearance?”
“He lost someone important to him and he’s trying to replace them in a way. Or maybe the press is right, and he has a major thing for pirates.” He leaned back against the couch, grinning at Rilynne.
“It’s got to be the pirates,” Rilynne chortled. She spun around to face Ben, and sat her glass of wine on the floor in front of her. She was not used to seeing Ben so at ease. Where he usually seemed closed in and shy, he was now relaxed and outgoing.
“Maybe you could help me with these also,” she grabbed the stack of owner records for the houses with basements, and handed half to Ben. “We think the men are being held in a basement, and these are the homes in the city within our search area that have one.”
“Not many are there?” he flipped through the stack
“Um… yeah, sure. I can stay for a bit. What are you looking at?” he walked in the living room and sat on the pillow Rilynne threw on the floor for him.
“Do you want a beer?” she asked as she walked back into the kitchen to grab her wine and her case files. “Or I have some wine if you prefer.”
“A beer would be great, thanks.”
She handed him the amber bottle and took a seat next to him on the floor. “You worked all of the scenes right? Well, except for the latest one.”
“All but the first abduction scene. Nicole did that one herself, I believe. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just trying to get inside of this guys head. He put a lot of thought into the reactions he wanted to receive from the way he set the scenes. Maybe if I understood the reactions better, it could help me understand him a little more. It sounds silly, I know.”
“No, not at all. It’s impressive, actually. You seem to be able to get in these creeps heads better than anyone else.” Ben stared at the papers on the floor, and would not meet Rilynne’s eyes.
“Yeah, I have always had a knack for profiling people. From what I hear, you are one of the top crime scene investigators in the country. Now that’s an extraordinary accomplishment.”
Ben just shrugged and took a large swig of his beer. “I just have a knack for noticing the details.”
Rilynne chuckled and picked up a stack of crime scene pictures and handed them to Ben. “Well, details are exactly what I’m looking for right now. Let’s start with the first dumpsite. What did you first notice about it?”
Ben flipped through the pictures. It was a site similar to the one where Rilynne had found the last victim. The body had been found by a group of college kids on a camping trip. The pieces had been spread around the clearing, and no real effort was made to hide them. The area was a popular spot for campers and hikers, and anyone from the area would have known the body would have been found relatively quickly.
“We have had our share of murders, but I had never seen anything so brutal before,” he stated, staring at the picture of the victim’s head, which had been placed atop a pile of rocks. “It was almost contradictory in itself. He obviously wanted the body found, or he would have disposed of it more carefully. But at the same time, he made some attempt at covering the pieces.” He handed the picture to Rilynne. “Like the head; he placed it on a pile of rocks, but put a few branches on top of it to conceal it. He didn’t just want the body found. He wanted it to be a shock when it was. You go to grab a small pile of brush to set a fire and find that you have grabbed a human head.”
“Yeah, that would be one hell of a shock. You want another beer?” she asked as she got up to refill her glass.
“Sure, I could go for another.”
Rilynne plopped back down on her pillow, and picked the picture of the head back up. “Why do you think he changes their appearance?”
“He lost someone important to him and he’s trying to replace them in a way. Or maybe the press is right, and he has a major thing for pirates.” He leaned back against the couch, grinning at Rilynne.
“It’s got to be the pirates,” Rilynne chortled. She spun around to face Ben, and sat her glass of wine on the floor in front of her. She was not used to seeing Ben so at ease. Where he usually seemed closed in and shy, he was now relaxed and outgoing.
“Maybe you could help me with these also,” she grabbed the stack of owner records for the houses with basements, and handed half to Ben. “We think the men are being held in a basement, and these are the homes in the city within our search area that have one.”
“Not many are there?” he flipped through the stack
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