Finding the serial killer

Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Jake's POV,

They are highly proud on themselves and see their crimes as accomplishments people will remember them for. But also try to be discreet so the mask they wear to live a day-to-day life won’t fall off. It’s a great tactic, and I am looking for these specific kinds of people.

I entered the car after walking two miles, no break, to the driver’s seat and picked up my phone from the passenger’s, “three missed calls!” I promptly called back to Emily. I hope everything is just peachy.

She picked up right after, “Jack, we need you at the precinct—” a hastened voice came.

“But—”

“There might be a lead. Hurry.”

“I'll be right there.”

I threw back the phone to its previous position and drove away for the precinct.

I might be an hour away from the destination, but I had to drive faster so to narrow up that stretch. Not by much, but I made it in twenty minutes.

“You just stay here, I'll be right back.” I said to the beauties laying in the back seat of my car for today’s dinner. It shouldn’t take too long.

“What’s the status?” I asked Emily readily telling me the status on the murder case that was the third this month with similar M.O. in the murders.

“We are suspecting a serial killer.” She said. We guessed it already.

“A serial killer and a copycat of the real killer.”

“How do we know it’s a him, not her?”

“It’s not a work a woman can do.”

“So, it’s a he. We have our first clue. What about the copycat?”

I was following her to the office, she stopped, she turned holding a file in her hand. “These are the evidences we have from Atlanta, five years ago.” I opened the book and read through the pages, not even t h trs Six victims died in the same way. Same tattoos on their body parts with noo signs of healing. Means they—”

“Means they were tattoos after they died.”

“These killers treat the victims as a piece of their art. They want to leave a part of them and have a part of them just so they can remember the details of their victims.”

“How do we know last one is a copycat?”

“Look here.” I was taken to the morgue. She flipped the body of the third victim, twenty-five-year-old woman on her back to showcase the tattoo on her lower back.

“It’s a different color.”

“Because we never told the color of the tattoo to the media. And if you look carefully too the edges of the tattoo, it’s not as perfectly drawn as the others.”

“Do we have the profile of the killer?”

“We’ll have it by tomorrow. How are your preparations going for the dinner?”

“I have a few things in mind I think I can pull through in a few hours.”

“How about some help, do you need it?”

“You're trying to invite yourself to my place. Alright, my place at seven.”