Finding the serial killer

Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Jake’s POV

We stuff the evidence in the back of the car and drive off to the precinct. Both silent on the way, probably Emily is just as shaken as I am, it just won't show as much on her face as it does on mine. It was a scene I couldn’t ever forget, the moment when I removed the lid off that box. It literally had blood dried off, which is a no-brainer to realize whose it was and that was the least horrifying thing there was. There was proof that the killer isn’t just some psychotic man or an erratic person who go around murdering people for his momentary satisfaction but he is calm and calculating, of course he is a psychopath, he is a narcissist. He plans every murder with perfect precision. Murder for him isn’t a crime, or a scary thing like all of us, it’s an art. For him it’s an something he need to do with utter precision. The proof were all the photos or at least many of them took with the victims held captive. They are bonded, gagged, blindfolded and clearly tortured and bloodied. It’s worse than those we see in the movies, it’s worse because it’s real. They are real people, I've seen them bring into pieces, found their bodies, joined them like a puzzle. They are real as the word could get. They have real stories, real families, one was in my family and she is in that too. the only difference, she was the only one not dead or passed out in those pictures. Only her face has an expression of a person alive. She was crying, she has would all over her naked body, wounds that bleed and sting, and she is bounded and she is alive. She bore all the torture when she was alive.

What have he not used to perform his sadist fantasies on them? he pictured everything like it was a f*****g adventure and not reality. I can't bear to watch them, but I really needed to. I stopped after a few, but I still can't get rid of the feeling, like my heart is suddenly empty and terrified of the people that are out there, walking free among us. They are real, and pain is pleasure for them. I hate to accept that the system of justice is a complete failure. One, he is still free, two even when he’s caught, he will still never be in enough pain as Stella was, or any other girl. it’s a shame as a society to say this, but that is just truth. Bare naked, cruel, but true.

We don’t know what trap he’s plant, there is nothing we can expect from a cold-blooded killer. If just giving us these photos was his goal, or he wanted something else that he dreams to get from this. We could never know because after a long wait, he still didn’t arrive. Why would he? It’ll be stupid. We left after being there and looking around for more than an hour. Captain wanted to release a team to scrutinize the ground, so after they left, we drove off.

I highly doubt they’re going to find anything there.

“What do we have?” I asked doctor Sullivan standing together with him and Emily in his laboratory. It’s been quite a few hours he should definitely have something by now.

“Not much. He shared just as much to not get him in trouble. There is no DNA accept a few of ours. There is definitely no way of knowing where he is hiding all his victims, it’s too dark in the photos.”

“Keep trying. Maybe we are missing something out.”

“There are only a few things science could do. And he seems to know a thing or two about science.” He says while brushing down another photo for finger print. “It’s like he knows what to give to us to keep us busy.”

“He shows up every now and then to puzzle us with a riddle. But no leads.” Emily adds. It’s just a stupid game, and we are not taking the lead. A team of specialized adults are failing. How fun.

“I'll go check on the CCTVs around the area.”

The asked the security department of my building to let me servile the footage from the morning, but hey what did I got, nothing. This is just a man in black hoodie, black trousers, black cap and mask putting in the box to my door and lunging away. But yeah, we can extract what he looks like, not knowing the fact if he was really the killer, or just someone hired. I tried following him but he got lost after I followed him through the CCTVs into a quiet alley. He literally never made it out of that alley. “He seems to know his way around the blind spots of CCTVs.” I sayd.

“What are we going to do? Everywhere we try to reach, there is a dead end.”

“I know there will be something we are missing on. There has to be some mistakes he did. He can't be perfect.” I add. “All the things I've read or watched about a murderer is that after they pass the limit of being scared of getting apprehended, the narcissist in them began to pop out and that’s a time when they began to leave a trail of mistakes behind them. "Maybe he hasn’t reached there just yet.”

“There will be, we have to keep looking.”

Norway is a typical busy street, especially at day time. and even when it’s been hours, almost nine and we are still trying to get a many CCTV footage around from the area as we can, there is still no telling how he disappeared to, just like he did before.

I mean it’s kind of predictable to go and watch the CCTV. It was just a waste of time to keep looking for things that aren’t even there. We should better give it a rest. I want to stop for a moment, before this drive me any crazier.

I got a call from Sullivan, just when I thought of going back home. “Wilson, we found a DNA.” He says with extreme advance in his usually an old-guy tone. We are the same age, but his emotions feel extremist sometimes. “A female DNA and none of it matches the victims.” It’s someone new.

I put the phone on speaker now so Emily can be a part of it too. “Do we have a match?” I ask.

“No. nothing on the system. No missing reports, no nothing. I think—”

“What are you getting at?”

“An accomplice.”

“Are you sure?”

“There’s no way to be sure with just one evidence. But it’s a theory. A viable one. There has to be some way he is getting all those victims, and it’s not something I've deal with before. he’s not picking them off the streets, so there are no witnesses. These women are mostly never been reported missing. They all seemed to be obedient to the killers. It can only mean one thing, there is an accomplice helping the killer getting his victims. It has happened before. like the Candyman killer. The woman can be someone he's groomed.”

“Can't we know the age?” I asks, I mean that has happened before, haven’t it?

“Yeah, the DNA showed an error. I think it was there on the roof for more than a night. The dust over it can't be from a windy morning.”

“Let’s work with the theory in mind. Tell me if there is anything.”

“Of course.” I put back the phone and looked back at Emily.

“An accomplice?” Emily speaks undoubtedly confused much like me.

“Yup. That says our forensic expert.”

“So, all we have till now is that the killer has an accomplice, a woman. And—”

“Yeah. That’s all we really have.”

“We can work with that.” suddenly captain walked in, slapping thick files on the table among the clutter of tapes while the last CCTV tape played on the screen. “Work through those files.”

“What’s in it?” Emily questioned before I could.

“Our first theory. That killer is the copycat of The Atlanta City murders. There were many theories back then too, of having an accomplice but it couldn’t ever prove due to the lack of DNA analysing technology.” I picked one of them to open the first page, it was nothing but a full photo of the 90’s notorious Blond Killer, the man many feared during his escapade Skylar Sims. A gruffy, tall, young man, with dark stubble and blue eyes wearing a neck-high sweater and had hair that needed to be put in a bun to excavate those sharp features. I can see how he would’ve used his looks to leverage his victim-hunting game. He was only 32 at the time he started butchering innocent lives, it means as old as I am. Wow! How the hell do people get that way? I'm thankful I know no one playing in that level of insanity personally. “It’s a file with everything we have on the killer and his Modus Operandi. Maybe we can have an idea around the psyche of the copycat.”

We took the thick bunch of files to take it back to my home.

I'm amazed how much police could find out from a case that goes back thirty years back and still have so much details about the murderer. His spree continued for three after he was apprehended but the police at march 26th 1995 while he was out dumping the body of his last victim, Sana Marie in Chattahoochee River. She was been dissected into three parts in three bags. He was going to dump them in different parts of the city unlike his previous victims whom he has dumped in different places, from alleys, to public parks to the side of the rode. He had no one particular method of dumping that bodies. He did what the investigators called his spontaneous behaviour. Usually, these kinds of men have a high IQ and are not as detail oriented as few other killers. But it was mentioned that he did kidnap and tortured them for days. It was only the later part of his spree when he was being chased, that he tuned down those days to a week and later on much lesser.