Chapter 12
Jacksonville, FL
WHEN I ARRIVED at my desk Monday morning, the basket of paperwork was overflowing, so I dug right in and made some headway. At my Monday afternoon briefing with the three lieutenants, Gregg didn’t have a lot to report, which was fine because David and Janet had enough going on for three. They’d jointly assembled a database of crimes that were similar to David’s torture/mutilation case and had extracted the high points from each case, using them to prepare a spreadsheet, which they had somehow managed to have printed on larger-than-normal printer paper. Janet handed me a copy of the spreadsheet and pointed out the similarities.
“What it boils down to, Captain,” she said, “is that most of the victims had either been involved in making gay porn, or had expressed
