spoke quietly, âYou okay?â
âUh-huh. Letâs get moving, we have to meet with Caine.â
There was something else we had to do. Something important, that I couldnât put my finger on, nagged at me. I was sure a switch needed flipping somewhere.
Chapter Seven
Misunderstood
Caineâs office door was open. I could see his cantankerous self sitting at his desk writing long hand, while his computer sat idly by. I knocked on the doorframe. Light reflected off the top of his balding head as he raised his eyes to mine.
âYou made it,â Caine said, sounding as cranky as ever. âWhat are you standing out there for? Close my door behind you.â
It was very tempting to reach out, slam the door and walk away; but I resisted. We entered the spacious office. Mac shut the door behind us and took a seat next to me.
âYou in on this, Mac?â
âLooks like it,â Mac replied, with his usual calm assurance.
Caine gave him a stony look that an outsider would interpret as hostility â to us it was equivalent to a warm embrace â then turned his attention to me.
âHow are you, Ellie?â
âIâm okay.â
Caineâs eyes narrowed to mere slits. âAnd again. This time the truth.â
âIâm okay,â I reiterated with more conviction.
I saw his eyes cut to Macâs then he let it go. âWho do we like for these new homicides?â
âNo one, yet.â I let my mind bring up the scenes, then continued. âThis feels like an escalation: whoever this is, heâs been out there raping and assaulting women for some time and now thatâs not enough.â
He rocked back in his chair, lacing his fingers together behind his head.
âAnd the words? The poem?â
âItâs my opinion that he staged the scene before placing the woman in the center.â
âWhat makes you say that?â
âThe writing is fairly even; he took care and attention. Possibly he even copied the lines from something. He was in control.â I smothered that thought with a fire blanket, not wanting images of our poetry book at a crime scene. âIf heâd just murdered, I wouldâve expected to see evidence of high adrenaline, maybe shaky writing and malformed letters. All we have to indicate his state of mind, is his self-control. He was calm and unhurried.â
âInteresting observation.â
âI get the feeling he had time prior to the arrival of the victims, time to stage his scene and plan everything. He was waiting for them.â
âMmmm.â
âHe also had enough time to position them afterwards, so he was sure no one was going to disturb him. Could have stalked them, or at least had them under surveillance for a short period.â
Caine nodded but said nothing.
âI could be way off but thatâs my impression.â
The hard line of Caineâs mouth blurred. I recognized that as his equivalent to a wide grin. âI think youâre probably on track.â
Nice to get a vote of confidence from the boss: enough of a boost for me to carry on with my observations. âOur killer has perfected his talents, heâs experienced.â
âYouâre doing okay so far, kid.â The right corner of Caineâs mouth twitched.
âKids.â I said. âYouâve just reminded me, both women had kids. Weâre still trying to locate the children of the second victim.â
âLetâs hope theyâre at school and safe.â
I nodded. âDid you get a report on any weapons found?â
âNo. The medical examiner copied us both on his pre-autopsy findings. He found stab wounds in the back and defensive wounds on the arms of both women. It appears that both the victims died from the wounds inflicted; they bled to death. From now on, all correspondence regarding these deaths goes to you and your team.â
Bled to death. That phrase dragged out a word
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