CHAPTER EIGHT
“So what do you think we’re dealing with?” Captain Flannery asked Carly and Lyle as they followed him out of the gallery and toward his vehicle. Carly realized the police chief was anxious to know if they had come up with a profile of the killer yet. That was why he’d asked for BAU agents, after all—for their ability to pick up on subtle clues. But they couldn’t perform miracles of deduction this early in a case.
“It’s too soon to say much beyond the obvious,” Lyle replied. “You’re right that it looks like a serial. Most killers—serial or singular—don’t display their victims in a particular pose or setting, but we do get a fair number of those cases at BAU. At this point we don’t know whether this ritualistic presentation is for our benefit or for his own satisfaction. It d
