MATE walked around, and stood by the grave as she processed the request.
Then, she shared, as soon as she had access to the files for them.
“She overdosed on drugs,” she said. “Wow. The level of drugs in her system wasWILD. She was partying.”
Yeah, now, Elizabeth was curious.
“Show me the crime scene photos. Go into the local police database and pull them up. Let me also know who worked the case too.”
MATE chortled.
“I love my job. Thankfully, I was programmed not to leave a trace. The detectives who worked this case are none other than Tora Quinley and Mac Yardley. They handled it.”
Interesting.
Their phones all chimed at the same time. Taking their phones out, they began skimming through the pictures there.
And that’s how Elizabeth knew it was suspicious as fuck.
When she stopped on the one that showed the woman leaning against a dumpster, with a needle in her arm, she said one thing.
“Where are the drugs?” she asked, clueing everyone else in on it.
Ethan looked up after searching.
“The crime scene report doesn’t have them listed,” he offered.
She went there.
“So, MATE just told us the levels were so high, but this woman commits suicide by injecting one syringe of meth into her arm? And she didn’t bring backup to feel good? She brought only a syringe to the scene, and no packet? No lighter to heat it up? No spoon to cook the meth before lock and loading the needle? How many meth deaths have we come across where that was the scenario?”
That was a good question.
They knew what she was saying.
This was off.
“Now, we have a grave where the body was placed over a week ago, and it looks fresh like it was just played with two days ago?”
Ethan was putting it together.
His wife might be onto something.
“You think either he’s digging up recently dead women that he’s finding in the obituaries, or he’s killing them, setting up the scene, and then digging them up later?” he asked, taking a stab at it.
She nodded.
That was exactly what she was thinking.
“Someone has a skull-fucking kink. What if this killer is taking out people, and in the process, letting them be buried because that’s his fetish. He doesn’t want them alive, and this is the easiest way to pick the perfect corpse?”
That was gross on so many levels.
AndCRAZY.
She continued.
“Then, he opens up the grave, takes the head and eyeballs as his collection, and then closes it back upORhe just likes dead bodies, and he’s digging them up to play with after the fact?”
