That was what her gut was screaming, anyway.
“Gene, text that all to Ethan for his profile, but I already know what he’s going to say. The killer is using a method that is very hands-off. He’s hiding‘accidents’in the middle of intentional homicides to pick his victims, and to enjoy the thrill of the hunt.”
Chris didn’t like this.
Not.
At.
All.
“So he picks them out, stalks them to learn their routines, kills them, then he digs them up, steals their eyes, and…?”
She was to the point.
“Yes. I think he’s doing everything. At first, we thought this might be out of our jurisdiction, but I don’t believe that now. He’s enjoying killing them. A killer likes the hunt. Only, he’s careful. I need to head back to the cemetery. I need to see where those two victims were buried in proximity to the three original grave‘robberies’. I’m willing to bet it’s in the same general location.”
Chris was going to keep working.
The only reason they had this was Chrissy was fast, and she could process like no one’s business. Oh, and that the morgue was silent.
“Is the ME there?” she asked.
“No, he went off shift right after you left earlier. I didn’t need his help, since the techs were doing the heavy lifting. They are super motivated to get the job done,” he said, not laughing, but he wanted to.
At that moment, Tony was in a corner examining X-rays, Ben was dealing with DNA, and the rest of the techs were processing trace.
In.
Blessed.
Silence.
“Well, that’s new. Let’s hope they finally get it. Anything on the scene?” she asked. “Trace-wise?”
He wished he had something.
“It was pretty clean trace-wise related to the case. The room was sterile except for the semenEVERYWHERE.”
She was curious.
“Do we have a DNA test on that?”
“We’re running it now. We found viable samples, but that will take a little while.”
Well, then, she’d wait for that call.
“I’m going to head to the cemetery now that Jeffrey isn’t there. I want to get the lay of the land. Then, back to the hotel. Will you be meeting us there?”
Oh, that was the plan.
Chrissy could handle trace.
“We don’t have an active autopsy, so, yes. I’m clear when you are. Text me when you’re on your way back. Remember, you owe me alone time.”
Know who was disappointed?
The big Native man.
