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reported missing, dead five of those days. So he kept her somewhere for two days before he killed her.
Found one year later was Barbara Cartwright: age twenty-nine, long blonde hair, blue eyes, five-foot-even. Body recovered in a shallow grave on a beach in Santa Barbara. Reported missing by her boyfriend when she failed to show up at his house for dinner a few short blocks away. She lived in the small town of Buttonwillow, along the I-5, roughly a hundred and thirty-five miles northeast of Santa Barbara. When her body was discovered, she had been missing twelve days, dead only two. Shit, he had this one for ten days!
Her face and body were covered in bruises. ME noted the contusions had been made over the course of her confinement, evident by the different stages of discoloration as some bruises began to heal and others were made. Eyelids and lips sewn shut with thick black nylon thread. Side note: bonded black nylon thread size 346, commonly known for sewing leather.
Thomas’ excitement ratcheted up. He grabbed the folder on his first vic and ran a finger down the page. “Shit.” Bonded nylon thread, black, size 346. Could be found on several sites on the internet. “Bingo!”
He went back to the report and read. Neck contusions consistent with strangulation, overlapping thumb and finger marks along with discoloration of the skin indicate she was choked several times over the course of as many days.
Ligature marks found around the wrists and ankles implied that she’d been restrained. White fibers found in the grooves proved to come from a cotton cord commonly found in any hardware store across the country. Breasts removed; sliced with a serrated instrument, probably a hunting knife. Not found in vicinity of body. Cause of death, exsanguination.
Thomas wrote a note about the white fibers. His vic had no such evidence on her. She had been thoroughly scrubbed clean with bleach.
The last woman was found five months later. Thomas stopped reading and checked the date on his first vic, then at his calendar. “Fuck me.” He waited three months before he killed Jennifer, and only two months before Jane Doe. He’s escalating .
Thomas scrubbed a hand down his face and went back to the report. Mary Anne Wilson: age thirty, long blonde hair, blue eyes, five-foot-five. Missing two weeks before her mutilated body was found floating along the shore of Clam Beach, up in Eureka.
Mary Anne lived with her mother in Stockton, roughly three hundred and thirty-five miles southeast from Clam Beach. Her car was found with a flat tire along the southbound Interstate 5. The ME could not place time or manner of death due to the condition of the body. Her flesh had been eaten away in many places by the marine life.
Between that and the bloating of the remaining flesh, it was nearly impossible to ID the body; they had to resort to DNA and dental records. The ME noted that most trace evidence had likely been washed away. But it was determined that she had been repeatedly raped and sodomized by the scarring of the tissue in the vaginal and rectal regions. Only one eyelid remained sewn shut, the other eye socket was void. Meaning the fish had gotten to it.
Her breasts were missing, but it could not be determined what instrument was used at that point. Slight ligature marks were found on the wrists and ankles after careful examination, but no threads or fibers were found imbedded in the skin.
No water in the lungs. So she didn’t drown. Thomas compared the last photo of Mary Anne, post-autopsy, with the smiling picture of her alive. Floaters were never pretty, but he could see why even her closest relative could not identify her. She barely looked human.
ELEVEN
Meagan was having a great day. Lilah gave her a cupcake with a candle on it and sang “Happy Birthday.” Many of her clients gave her cards and gifts. And Stan dropped by, sans appointment, to bring her a sunflower.
She’d scheduled her last client at
Found one year later was Barbara Cartwright: age twenty-nine, long blonde hair, blue eyes, five-foot-even. Body recovered in a shallow grave on a beach in Santa Barbara. Reported missing by her boyfriend when she failed to show up at his house for dinner a few short blocks away. She lived in the small town of Buttonwillow, along the I-5, roughly a hundred and thirty-five miles northeast of Santa Barbara. When her body was discovered, she had been missing twelve days, dead only two. Shit, he had this one for ten days!
Her face and body were covered in bruises. ME noted the contusions had been made over the course of her confinement, evident by the different stages of discoloration as some bruises began to heal and others were made. Eyelids and lips sewn shut with thick black nylon thread. Side note: bonded black nylon thread size 346, commonly known for sewing leather.
Thomas’ excitement ratcheted up. He grabbed the folder on his first vic and ran a finger down the page. “Shit.” Bonded nylon thread, black, size 346. Could be found on several sites on the internet. “Bingo!”
He went back to the report and read. Neck contusions consistent with strangulation, overlapping thumb and finger marks along with discoloration of the skin indicate she was choked several times over the course of as many days.
Ligature marks found around the wrists and ankles implied that she’d been restrained. White fibers found in the grooves proved to come from a cotton cord commonly found in any hardware store across the country. Breasts removed; sliced with a serrated instrument, probably a hunting knife. Not found in vicinity of body. Cause of death, exsanguination.
Thomas wrote a note about the white fibers. His vic had no such evidence on her. She had been thoroughly scrubbed clean with bleach.
The last woman was found five months later. Thomas stopped reading and checked the date on his first vic, then at his calendar. “Fuck me.” He waited three months before he killed Jennifer, and only two months before Jane Doe. He’s escalating .
Thomas scrubbed a hand down his face and went back to the report. Mary Anne Wilson: age thirty, long blonde hair, blue eyes, five-foot-five. Missing two weeks before her mutilated body was found floating along the shore of Clam Beach, up in Eureka.
Mary Anne lived with her mother in Stockton, roughly three hundred and thirty-five miles southeast from Clam Beach. Her car was found with a flat tire along the southbound Interstate 5. The ME could not place time or manner of death due to the condition of the body. Her flesh had been eaten away in many places by the marine life.
Between that and the bloating of the remaining flesh, it was nearly impossible to ID the body; they had to resort to DNA and dental records. The ME noted that most trace evidence had likely been washed away. But it was determined that she had been repeatedly raped and sodomized by the scarring of the tissue in the vaginal and rectal regions. Only one eyelid remained sewn shut, the other eye socket was void. Meaning the fish had gotten to it.
Her breasts were missing, but it could not be determined what instrument was used at that point. Slight ligature marks were found on the wrists and ankles after careful examination, but no threads or fibers were found imbedded in the skin.
No water in the lungs. So she didn’t drown. Thomas compared the last photo of Mary Anne, post-autopsy, with the smiling picture of her alive. Floaters were never pretty, but he could see why even her closest relative could not identify her. She barely looked human.
ELEVEN
Meagan was having a great day. Lilah gave her a cupcake with a candle on it and sang “Happy Birthday.” Many of her clients gave her cards and gifts. And Stan dropped by, sans appointment, to bring her a sunflower.
She’d scheduled her last client at
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