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were the most valuable thing he owned, and even he knew there was something wrong with that. And now that he had visited them, he closed the images one by one and was again alone.
Massey now held in his hand the drive which contained all his sensitive files. He knew from all the computer whizzes that taught at Transcendence House that when you delete a file, you are really just deleting a reference to it from a table of contents on the disk. The data is still there and easily recoverable by authorities. One way to permanently delete the data was to overwrite the hard drive using privacy software. He downloaded Window Washer. After highlighting all his porn directories, his finger pressed DELETE, and the children vanished.
lexander Hamilton stood magnificent, but unknowing that he would soon cross the Hudson to his death. Rachel walked past the statue and into the Columbia bookstore where she purchased the rest of the books she’d need for Lit-Hum: Julius Caesar, Homer, Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, Herodotus, Thucydides, Aristophanes, Plato, Vergil, Augustine. On the newsstand there was one more reading assignment. Kirsten Schrodinger had been found dead.
“I just heard about the Schrodinger girl,” said Rachel on her cell phone. “You know what I’m going to ask.”
“There’s no evidence they’re related, Rachel. At least for now,” replied Detective McKenna.
“Did you find out anything about the video?”
“That was just a fragment of a video. It doesn’t have the usual disclaimer and records information that all adult videos are required to have at the beginning. So it’s going to be hard to locate the source. Still trying.”
Rachel had to sit on the steps on hearing this. “So none of the people in the video could be identified? I had high hopes for that.”
“So far, no. Sorry you and your family had to read about the Schrodinger murder at a time like this. Don’t torture yourself thinking about that. How are your folks holding up?”
“Not well. The worst part is just sitting around waiting for news. Isn’t there facial recognition software that you can use to identify the people in the video?”
“Only if they’re in a database to start with. Look, Rachel, like I told you last night, just stay in close touch with your parents and give them support. I saw all the posters you and your neighbors put up. That helps. We’re getting leads, but nothing’s panned out yet.”
“Besides putting up posters, is there anything else I can do?”
“You’re doing just fine. I understand you’re in school. That’s good. You need to keep going and not let this take you over.”
“It’s already taken me over.”
“You have to keep functioning, is what I mean. Life can’t stop. Rest assured that we’re doing everything we possibly can. I hope that gives you the small comfort you might need to keep on going with your life. I’m sure your sister would want that.”
When McKenna hung up, he reviewed the platitudes he had just repeated to the girl.
He didn’t tell her that he had in his hands at just that moment the Medical Examiner’s report on the Schrodinger girl. It was far worse than what the media had described. They weren’t even supposed to get that much. You want to keep some information secret, so there’s still something that only the perpetrator would know in case you capture him, such as how the body was found and the wounds on it. Damn rookie cop on the scene started yapping to the press.
His eyes panned each photo. The torture was unimaginable and drawn out over a period of days. As he had done many times during his career, McKenna tried to enter the mind of the animal that would do this. It wasn’t for money―no ransom had been demanded. It wasn’t a political or mob rubout. This was sheer sadism.
Whenever McKenna tried to understand a killer, he had special tools at his command that most police officers lacked: he had been a trained killer himself.
He had been
Massey now held in his hand the drive which contained all his sensitive files. He knew from all the computer whizzes that taught at Transcendence House that when you delete a file, you are really just deleting a reference to it from a table of contents on the disk. The data is still there and easily recoverable by authorities. One way to permanently delete the data was to overwrite the hard drive using privacy software. He downloaded Window Washer. After highlighting all his porn directories, his finger pressed DELETE, and the children vanished.
lexander Hamilton stood magnificent, but unknowing that he would soon cross the Hudson to his death. Rachel walked past the statue and into the Columbia bookstore where she purchased the rest of the books she’d need for Lit-Hum: Julius Caesar, Homer, Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, Herodotus, Thucydides, Aristophanes, Plato, Vergil, Augustine. On the newsstand there was one more reading assignment. Kirsten Schrodinger had been found dead.
“I just heard about the Schrodinger girl,” said Rachel on her cell phone. “You know what I’m going to ask.”
“There’s no evidence they’re related, Rachel. At least for now,” replied Detective McKenna.
“Did you find out anything about the video?”
“That was just a fragment of a video. It doesn’t have the usual disclaimer and records information that all adult videos are required to have at the beginning. So it’s going to be hard to locate the source. Still trying.”
Rachel had to sit on the steps on hearing this. “So none of the people in the video could be identified? I had high hopes for that.”
“So far, no. Sorry you and your family had to read about the Schrodinger murder at a time like this. Don’t torture yourself thinking about that. How are your folks holding up?”
“Not well. The worst part is just sitting around waiting for news. Isn’t there facial recognition software that you can use to identify the people in the video?”
“Only if they’re in a database to start with. Look, Rachel, like I told you last night, just stay in close touch with your parents and give them support. I saw all the posters you and your neighbors put up. That helps. We’re getting leads, but nothing’s panned out yet.”
“Besides putting up posters, is there anything else I can do?”
“You’re doing just fine. I understand you’re in school. That’s good. You need to keep going and not let this take you over.”
“It’s already taken me over.”
“You have to keep functioning, is what I mean. Life can’t stop. Rest assured that we’re doing everything we possibly can. I hope that gives you the small comfort you might need to keep on going with your life. I’m sure your sister would want that.”
When McKenna hung up, he reviewed the platitudes he had just repeated to the girl.
He didn’t tell her that he had in his hands at just that moment the Medical Examiner’s report on the Schrodinger girl. It was far worse than what the media had described. They weren’t even supposed to get that much. You want to keep some information secret, so there’s still something that only the perpetrator would know in case you capture him, such as how the body was found and the wounds on it. Damn rookie cop on the scene started yapping to the press.
His eyes panned each photo. The torture was unimaginable and drawn out over a period of days. As he had done many times during his career, McKenna tried to enter the mind of the animal that would do this. It wasn’t for money―no ransom had been demanded. It wasn’t a political or mob rubout. This was sheer sadism.
Whenever McKenna tried to understand a killer, he had special tools at his command that most police officers lacked: he had been a trained killer himself.
He had been
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