Read Online Suicide Serial by Matthew Boyd - Free Book Online
Authors: Matthew Boyd
Tags: Suspense, Literature & Fiction, Thrillers, Crime, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Serial Killers, Thrillers & Suspense, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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as various club patrons exited the building, usually in groups, and continued on their way. After about fifteen minutes, they observed a skipping, curly-haired girl bound out of the club with a large group of other girls. They were laughing and goose-stepping down the street, apparently drunk and having a great time.
“There’s Kristen and her sorority sisters,” Stacey mentioned.
They continued to watch the screen. None of the people on the video so far resembled Emma or the suspect. Stacey skipped ahead whenever no people could be seen on the video. Around the three o’clock mark, they saw foot traffic begin to pick up and more people begin to exit from the club. Ten minutes later, they watched as Emma Fisher stumbled out the front door.
Jake and Stacey were transfixed, staring at the screen as they intently watched every move the young girl made. She was staggering around in high heels and playing with her phone. She started leaning over, appeared to drop it, and unceremoniously face-planted right in the middle of the sidewalk.
Then they saw him. The man was a perfect match physically to the suspect. He was big, looked to be fairly tall, and was even wearing a dark-colored hooded sweatshirt. The footage was not perfect and had no sound, but it showed them what they needed. The man rushed over to the girl and helped her up. He held her arm to steady her while they briefly talked to each other. After a few more moments the two figures on the screen walked off together down the sidewalk.
Jake pounded the desk with his fist, “That’s him! I know that’s gotta be him! Hot damn! You see that Stace? Pull every camera record from the entire street and tell the chief to call in every warm body in this place to start reviewing footage! I want to know where they went and if we get lucky we can get a look at this guy!”
Stacey picked up the phone to contact the chief and the pace of the investigation quickly became a frantic race for answers.
A few hours later, there was a light knock on the office door. “We got somethin’. Check it out, guys,” Detective James Andrews announced as he waved everyone over to one of the TV screens. It was one blurry still-frame of the suspect, as he passed in front of an ATM camera that was located on the other side of the street around thirty minutes before the abduction.
The photograph revealed that he was a clean-shaven white male with his hood pulled up, blocking most of his face. He had his hands in his pockets and was walking in the opposite direction from the club. The time stamp on the video was labeled, “0230 HRS.”The detectives printed out a blown-up version of the photograph. With the larger image and a bit of photographic manipulation to enhance it, they finally had a picture of the man they believed to be responsible for the deaths. He had a wide chin and possibly dark hair. The eyes could barely be made out, but they were large and staring forward. It wasn’t perfect, and could have been just about anyone, but it was the best lead they had so far to the suspect’s identity.
“Something about him seems familiar,” puzzled Senior Detective Shawn Garraty.
Stacey looked a bit perplexed for a moment, but shook her head in agreement.
Jake said, “It’s definitely him. Same hoodie as the other night and everything.”
Jake pointed his fingers in a “V” at Andrews and Garraty and asked, “You guys mind running through the mug shot database? Maybe we can figure out who this guy is, if he has a record. I know it is not a lot to go on, but we have to try.”
For hours the WPD homicide detectives exhaustively searched through every mug shot, driver’s license, and sex offender database in the county. They had barely begun to scratch the surface when Stacey walked in with another stack of DVDs containing camera surveillance of the downtown area from the night of the murder. Stacey beamed as she passed out a few
“There’s Kristen and her sorority sisters,” Stacey mentioned.
They continued to watch the screen. None of the people on the video so far resembled Emma or the suspect. Stacey skipped ahead whenever no people could be seen on the video. Around the three o’clock mark, they saw foot traffic begin to pick up and more people begin to exit from the club. Ten minutes later, they watched as Emma Fisher stumbled out the front door.
Jake and Stacey were transfixed, staring at the screen as they intently watched every move the young girl made. She was staggering around in high heels and playing with her phone. She started leaning over, appeared to drop it, and unceremoniously face-planted right in the middle of the sidewalk.
Then they saw him. The man was a perfect match physically to the suspect. He was big, looked to be fairly tall, and was even wearing a dark-colored hooded sweatshirt. The footage was not perfect and had no sound, but it showed them what they needed. The man rushed over to the girl and helped her up. He held her arm to steady her while they briefly talked to each other. After a few more moments the two figures on the screen walked off together down the sidewalk.
Jake pounded the desk with his fist, “That’s him! I know that’s gotta be him! Hot damn! You see that Stace? Pull every camera record from the entire street and tell the chief to call in every warm body in this place to start reviewing footage! I want to know where they went and if we get lucky we can get a look at this guy!”
Stacey picked up the phone to contact the chief and the pace of the investigation quickly became a frantic race for answers.
A few hours later, there was a light knock on the office door. “We got somethin’. Check it out, guys,” Detective James Andrews announced as he waved everyone over to one of the TV screens. It was one blurry still-frame of the suspect, as he passed in front of an ATM camera that was located on the other side of the street around thirty minutes before the abduction.
The photograph revealed that he was a clean-shaven white male with his hood pulled up, blocking most of his face. He had his hands in his pockets and was walking in the opposite direction from the club. The time stamp on the video was labeled, “0230 HRS.”The detectives printed out a blown-up version of the photograph. With the larger image and a bit of photographic manipulation to enhance it, they finally had a picture of the man they believed to be responsible for the deaths. He had a wide chin and possibly dark hair. The eyes could barely be made out, but they were large and staring forward. It wasn’t perfect, and could have been just about anyone, but it was the best lead they had so far to the suspect’s identity.
“Something about him seems familiar,” puzzled Senior Detective Shawn Garraty.
Stacey looked a bit perplexed for a moment, but shook her head in agreement.
Jake said, “It’s definitely him. Same hoodie as the other night and everything.”
Jake pointed his fingers in a “V” at Andrews and Garraty and asked, “You guys mind running through the mug shot database? Maybe we can figure out who this guy is, if he has a record. I know it is not a lot to go on, but we have to try.”
For hours the WPD homicide detectives exhaustively searched through every mug shot, driver’s license, and sex offender database in the county. They had barely begun to scratch the surface when Stacey walked in with another stack of DVDs containing camera surveillance of the downtown area from the night of the murder. Stacey beamed as she passed out a few
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