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take the initial photos relying on her flash. Casey paused, “This guy has a serious fetish for Shelby Lynn. I hope she has massive security.”
“She does, but this is worse than just a fetish. He’s sending her email videos of the crime scenes while they’re fresh.”
“Shit.” She moved as close as she could to the bed without actually stepping into the red mess on the ground. “Is it just me, or does this feel like this wacko is going serial?”
“Three bodies by the same killer makes a serial killer, correct?” Daniel’s voice cut into the gloom.
Casey turned and saw that he had her kit. “That is the accepted number,” she replied. “But the cooling-off period is very quick for this guy. Two days between bodies is fast. Either he’s done this before, or he’s got a time frame in mind.”
“But we don’t know how long he’s had the women yet,” Mike chimed in. “So the time frame could be longer. Plus he waited until Shelby got to town to begin his little fantasy re-creations.”
“Why the videos?” Daniel asked. “I mean, what’s the point of re-creating them and sending them to her?”
“Being sick and twisted isn’t enough?” Casey said it offhandedly as she circled the bed in the center of the room.
“Not usually. Even the crazies have a reason for what they do, even if we don’t know what it is. What do you think, Mike?”
Casey stopped taking pictures and focused on Mike. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking around, taking in the scene. His posture was relaxed, but she’d worked with him enough to realize that under his laid-back attitude was a man who took homicide personally. The only thing that gave away the anger simmering underneath was the tick in his jaw that betrayed how his teeth were clenched. She’d found Mike to be smart and good at puzzles, especially when the case seemed hopeless. So she was curious about his take on the psychopath.
“This is about the message in the songs. Our boy wants to believe Shelby Lynn is singing directly to him. Maybe even writes her songs about them as a couple. He’s showing he’s been watching her, listening to her, and this is his way of wooing her.”
“Jesus,” Casey said. His voice was devoid of emotion, but the ring of truth was there. It felt right. And one thing that Casey had learned over the years was to trust her gut.
Mike went on with a seemingly carless shrug, “I checked with police records in Nashville. They don’t’ have any cases like this and she was based there for the last fifteen years, in between tours.”
“So this guy was waiting for her to come home, because she’s originally from here, isn’t she?” Daniel said.
Mike nodded. “Born and raised. Could be coincidence that he picked this time and place, but now that she’s close enough to touch, he’s going after her sooner or later.”
“Because he thinks they belong together,” Casey said. A shiver slithered over her, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. It was creepy to think about someone watching her that way. Thinking of her that way. Poor Shelby Lynn.
Mike’s cell phone rang, and he turned away to answer it.
Casey would have to wait until they could rig up some lights to get better pictures. Glancing at Daniel Wolfe, she noticed he was breathing through his mouth. The pang of sympathy surprised her, but she went with it. “Why don’t you walk me outside, Detective?”
He turned to her and nodded, blowing out a quick breath and matching his strides to hers. Casey thought he was relieved to get away from the smell.
The stench of death was something she was used too and reminded her of the work she loved, so the smell never bothered her. She was about to say something to break the silence, when Mike did it for her.
“We have a problem.”
“What now?” She would already be up for too long processing this scene. She wasn’t anxious to add more troubles to her list.
“We’ve got a missing
“She does, but this is worse than just a fetish. He’s sending her email videos of the crime scenes while they’re fresh.”
“Shit.” She moved as close as she could to the bed without actually stepping into the red mess on the ground. “Is it just me, or does this feel like this wacko is going serial?”
“Three bodies by the same killer makes a serial killer, correct?” Daniel’s voice cut into the gloom.
Casey turned and saw that he had her kit. “That is the accepted number,” she replied. “But the cooling-off period is very quick for this guy. Two days between bodies is fast. Either he’s done this before, or he’s got a time frame in mind.”
“But we don’t know how long he’s had the women yet,” Mike chimed in. “So the time frame could be longer. Plus he waited until Shelby got to town to begin his little fantasy re-creations.”
“Why the videos?” Daniel asked. “I mean, what’s the point of re-creating them and sending them to her?”
“Being sick and twisted isn’t enough?” Casey said it offhandedly as she circled the bed in the center of the room.
“Not usually. Even the crazies have a reason for what they do, even if we don’t know what it is. What do you think, Mike?”
Casey stopped taking pictures and focused on Mike. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking around, taking in the scene. His posture was relaxed, but she’d worked with him enough to realize that under his laid-back attitude was a man who took homicide personally. The only thing that gave away the anger simmering underneath was the tick in his jaw that betrayed how his teeth were clenched. She’d found Mike to be smart and good at puzzles, especially when the case seemed hopeless. So she was curious about his take on the psychopath.
“This is about the message in the songs. Our boy wants to believe Shelby Lynn is singing directly to him. Maybe even writes her songs about them as a couple. He’s showing he’s been watching her, listening to her, and this is his way of wooing her.”
“Jesus,” Casey said. His voice was devoid of emotion, but the ring of truth was there. It felt right. And one thing that Casey had learned over the years was to trust her gut.
Mike went on with a seemingly carless shrug, “I checked with police records in Nashville. They don’t’ have any cases like this and she was based there for the last fifteen years, in between tours.”
“So this guy was waiting for her to come home, because she’s originally from here, isn’t she?” Daniel said.
Mike nodded. “Born and raised. Could be coincidence that he picked this time and place, but now that she’s close enough to touch, he’s going after her sooner or later.”
“Because he thinks they belong together,” Casey said. A shiver slithered over her, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. It was creepy to think about someone watching her that way. Thinking of her that way. Poor Shelby Lynn.
Mike’s cell phone rang, and he turned away to answer it.
Casey would have to wait until they could rig up some lights to get better pictures. Glancing at Daniel Wolfe, she noticed he was breathing through his mouth. The pang of sympathy surprised her, but she went with it. “Why don’t you walk me outside, Detective?”
He turned to her and nodded, blowing out a quick breath and matching his strides to hers. Casey thought he was relieved to get away from the smell.
The stench of death was something she was used too and reminded her of the work she loved, so the smell never bothered her. She was about to say something to break the silence, when Mike did it for her.
“We have a problem.”
“What now?” She would already be up for too long processing this scene. She wasn’t anxious to add more troubles to her list.
“We’ve got a missing
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