after making contact. “He was impressed by what you had to say.”
“He didn’t sound it.”
“If you’re looking for praise, and a good well done, you’ll never hear it.”
“I thought whenever he said Hmm , it was a bad thing.”
“It can be.” She smiled. “But you will get to recognize the difference.”
“If you say so.” I took a deep breath and headed underground. Melding with the suffocating effect of confined spaces was the flash nightmares of Bingham’s sick perma-smile.
In the main hub, Jack flicked his lighter and put it back in his pocket, more or less for something to do with his hands, I assumed. “Now the thing that’s been bothering me is why take out their intestines. They are enormous, and it would be messy.”
“The large intestine alone is about five feet long. That’s not even mentioning the small intestine that is the length of twenty feet or more depending on the person. The basic math is roughly ten times longer than a person’s height.”
All of us looked at Zachery.
“The large intestine contains a type of bacteria that can break down molecules the human body can’t break down itself.”
Paige’s face scrunched up. “I could have handled not hearing all of this.”
“Oh, that’s just the beginning—”
“End of it, if I have any say. Disgusting. Do you really think Bingham and his follower ate the intestines? Why not the heart, brain, or other organs? Why where the shit passes through?”
The coffee rose into the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly.
“Maybe he didn’t eat the intestines,” Zachery said. “But then why remove them, why the grinder, and why the freezer?”
None of us said anything. I focused on trying to breathe as my heart kept tapping as if preparing for a major heart palpitation. Paige crossed her arms, her eyes looking down a tunnel. Jack pulled out his lighter and flicked it again.
“And here’s another question,” Zachery said. “Where are they now?”
We spent the next hour and a half working the crime scene. Zachery was fascinated by the fact the area was so pristine given the bloodshed that would have transpired here. I kept trying to put that aspect out of my mind.
We went down the fourth tunnel, and through the uncovered doorway that led to the kill room under Bingham’s bedroom.
Being enclosed in this type of a prison ignited my compassion for the victims. The coroner had confirmed they were disemboweled while alive. Again, the threat Bingham had extended on my life gave the scene personal impact.
Bingham never expressed any remorse, but in contrast joked about the fact that the intestines were removed. An innocent person, a normal person, when confronted with a find like that under their home would be disgusted and scared. They’d realize that it would likely only be a matter of time before they made it to death row. But Bingham was calm, even proud of being accused. How his smile had grown at the mention of someone following in his steps. He thought of himself as untouchable.
Jack had sent an email to Nadia to research any unsolved cases that were similar to what we found here. He believed that Bingham killed before Salt Lick, Kentucky.
“What would motivate him to kill these people?” I asked the question we were all contemplating.
We were all standing in the kill room beside where the stretcher had been. It had been removed as evidence.
“Sometimes we never get the why, Kid.”
“Hope I’m not in-interrupting anything.” The accent pure Kentucky. Deputy White entered the room. “You feds git an early start to the day, don’t ya?”
None of us said anything.
“Anyway, the Sheriff’s upstairs. And there’s fresh coffee. We came by earlier, saw your fancy SUVs out front. Harris thought it’d be nice if we got y’all a coffee and came back.”
“Thank you,” Paige said, offering a sincere smile.
At this point, she looked like she had a rough night’s sleep. Her eyeliner was applied a
“He didn’t sound it.”
“If you’re looking for praise, and a good well done, you’ll never hear it.”
“I thought whenever he said Hmm , it was a bad thing.”
“It can be.” She smiled. “But you will get to recognize the difference.”
“If you say so.” I took a deep breath and headed underground. Melding with the suffocating effect of confined spaces was the flash nightmares of Bingham’s sick perma-smile.
In the main hub, Jack flicked his lighter and put it back in his pocket, more or less for something to do with his hands, I assumed. “Now the thing that’s been bothering me is why take out their intestines. They are enormous, and it would be messy.”
“The large intestine alone is about five feet long. That’s not even mentioning the small intestine that is the length of twenty feet or more depending on the person. The basic math is roughly ten times longer than a person’s height.”
All of us looked at Zachery.
“The large intestine contains a type of bacteria that can break down molecules the human body can’t break down itself.”
Paige’s face scrunched up. “I could have handled not hearing all of this.”
“Oh, that’s just the beginning—”
“End of it, if I have any say. Disgusting. Do you really think Bingham and his follower ate the intestines? Why not the heart, brain, or other organs? Why where the shit passes through?”
The coffee rose into the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly.
“Maybe he didn’t eat the intestines,” Zachery said. “But then why remove them, why the grinder, and why the freezer?”
None of us said anything. I focused on trying to breathe as my heart kept tapping as if preparing for a major heart palpitation. Paige crossed her arms, her eyes looking down a tunnel. Jack pulled out his lighter and flicked it again.
“And here’s another question,” Zachery said. “Where are they now?”
We spent the next hour and a half working the crime scene. Zachery was fascinated by the fact the area was so pristine given the bloodshed that would have transpired here. I kept trying to put that aspect out of my mind.
We went down the fourth tunnel, and through the uncovered doorway that led to the kill room under Bingham’s bedroom.
Being enclosed in this type of a prison ignited my compassion for the victims. The coroner had confirmed they were disemboweled while alive. Again, the threat Bingham had extended on my life gave the scene personal impact.
Bingham never expressed any remorse, but in contrast joked about the fact that the intestines were removed. An innocent person, a normal person, when confronted with a find like that under their home would be disgusted and scared. They’d realize that it would likely only be a matter of time before they made it to death row. But Bingham was calm, even proud of being accused. How his smile had grown at the mention of someone following in his steps. He thought of himself as untouchable.
Jack had sent an email to Nadia to research any unsolved cases that were similar to what we found here. He believed that Bingham killed before Salt Lick, Kentucky.
“What would motivate him to kill these people?” I asked the question we were all contemplating.
We were all standing in the kill room beside where the stretcher had been. It had been removed as evidence.
“Sometimes we never get the why, Kid.”
“Hope I’m not in-interrupting anything.” The accent pure Kentucky. Deputy White entered the room. “You feds git an early start to the day, don’t ya?”
None of us said anything.
“Anyway, the Sheriff’s upstairs. And there’s fresh coffee. We came by earlier, saw your fancy SUVs out front. Harris thought it’d be nice if we got y’all a coffee and came back.”
“Thank you,” Paige said, offering a sincere smile.
At this point, she looked like she had a rough night’s sleep. Her eyeliner was applied a
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