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matter what you did in your life, he supposed.
“Now the man said that he wanted to kill you because of a sick desire or need that he had that he could not control. He said he had been this way since he was young?”
“Yea, he actually sounded like he wished he could be normal like everybody else, but then he got back into character. He seemed like it was important for me to not hate him and that I know that he did not hate me. He said he would not have blamed me for trying to fight back due to my self-preservation. The guy is so twisted. I just hope he dies from that wound I gave him.”
“You stabbed him that deeply?” Brian asked.
“Hell, yea. The blade was like six inches long and all of it was stuck deep in his chest about here,” Darla said pointing to the spot right above her breast.
“Well, if that aim had been just a little bit lower he would have been dead almost instantly as the blade tore through his heart. He definitely would not have got up and just walked away like that.”
“I know, if he hadn’t moved. Dammit. I wanted that bastard dead,” Darla said.
Brian had to admire the girl’s moxy and the way she was dealing with almost being murdered just a few hours ago. She was a girl that one would not want to try to mess with if they encountered her in a dark alley that was for sure. Brian could tell that Darla had been through a lot in her short life. The girl was barely in her twenties and she looked like she had lived and survived five harsh lifetimes. He hoped that things would get better for her and that she would be able to put this behind her.
Of course there could be none of that until they caught the Copycat. But at least now they knew more about him and what he was all about. They knew what he was thinking when he was getting ready to kill someone and they had verification of the methods that he used to break into someone’s house and then the routine that he followed once he was inside and ready to do his work.
“Have you guys checked the hospitals to see if he might have gone there? He has to get medical attention for that stab wound or he would bleed to death, right?” Darla asked. She seemed hopefully optimistic. That was a trait that Brian recognized but simply did not have anymore.
“Right. We have checked around and so far we haven’t received any word of anyone reporting with any chest wounds like that. The suit he was wearing may have offered him enough protection that the blade did not penetrate his skin as much as you thought it did.”
“No way! He was bleeding all over the place. I could clearly see the gash with blood like pumping out of it all over the place,” Darla said.
“Well, that is also the strangest thing. He cleaned it all up and packed up all of his gear by the time the first responding officers got there, which according to 911 records was about twenty-eight minutes. That is pretty fast to clean up a crime scene that had as much blood flying around as you say,” Brian said. He did not want to sound like he was purposely trying to piss off Darla by questioning the validity of her story, but there were certain things that did not add up. There was a reason why eye witnesses were so notoriously unreliable and usually dismissed in court proceedings as unusable. People did not usually get the full picture, especially during times of high stress and fear. The body was in survival mode and the mind was focusing all of its energy on that, not on minute details about the surroundings.
“I don’t know what to tell you. He must be like the Houdini of psychos,” Darla said.
“Well, Darla we really appreciate all of the information and we are all glad that you came out of this ok. You are a brave woman,” Brian said. “Of course we will help you get set up in a different apartment and we are going to have a police escort watching your home at all times and someone else to follow you pretty much everywhere you go. I understand how annoying that can be,
“Now the man said that he wanted to kill you because of a sick desire or need that he had that he could not control. He said he had been this way since he was young?”
“Yea, he actually sounded like he wished he could be normal like everybody else, but then he got back into character. He seemed like it was important for me to not hate him and that I know that he did not hate me. He said he would not have blamed me for trying to fight back due to my self-preservation. The guy is so twisted. I just hope he dies from that wound I gave him.”
“You stabbed him that deeply?” Brian asked.
“Hell, yea. The blade was like six inches long and all of it was stuck deep in his chest about here,” Darla said pointing to the spot right above her breast.
“Well, if that aim had been just a little bit lower he would have been dead almost instantly as the blade tore through his heart. He definitely would not have got up and just walked away like that.”
“I know, if he hadn’t moved. Dammit. I wanted that bastard dead,” Darla said.
Brian had to admire the girl’s moxy and the way she was dealing with almost being murdered just a few hours ago. She was a girl that one would not want to try to mess with if they encountered her in a dark alley that was for sure. Brian could tell that Darla had been through a lot in her short life. The girl was barely in her twenties and she looked like she had lived and survived five harsh lifetimes. He hoped that things would get better for her and that she would be able to put this behind her.
Of course there could be none of that until they caught the Copycat. But at least now they knew more about him and what he was all about. They knew what he was thinking when he was getting ready to kill someone and they had verification of the methods that he used to break into someone’s house and then the routine that he followed once he was inside and ready to do his work.
“Have you guys checked the hospitals to see if he might have gone there? He has to get medical attention for that stab wound or he would bleed to death, right?” Darla asked. She seemed hopefully optimistic. That was a trait that Brian recognized but simply did not have anymore.
“Right. We have checked around and so far we haven’t received any word of anyone reporting with any chest wounds like that. The suit he was wearing may have offered him enough protection that the blade did not penetrate his skin as much as you thought it did.”
“No way! He was bleeding all over the place. I could clearly see the gash with blood like pumping out of it all over the place,” Darla said.
“Well, that is also the strangest thing. He cleaned it all up and packed up all of his gear by the time the first responding officers got there, which according to 911 records was about twenty-eight minutes. That is pretty fast to clean up a crime scene that had as much blood flying around as you say,” Brian said. He did not want to sound like he was purposely trying to piss off Darla by questioning the validity of her story, but there were certain things that did not add up. There was a reason why eye witnesses were so notoriously unreliable and usually dismissed in court proceedings as unusable. People did not usually get the full picture, especially during times of high stress and fear. The body was in survival mode and the mind was focusing all of its energy on that, not on minute details about the surroundings.
“I don’t know what to tell you. He must be like the Houdini of psychos,” Darla said.
“Well, Darla we really appreciate all of the information and we are all glad that you came out of this ok. You are a brave woman,” Brian said. “Of course we will help you get set up in a different apartment and we are going to have a police escort watching your home at all times and someone else to follow you pretty much everywhere you go. I understand how annoying that can be,
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