“Did the killer leave a message?” he asked, hesitantly, but only because he knew how this worked.
They’d done this dance plenty of times.
Chris knew that his wife was going to be challenged if the killer did this. He doubted the scene was left like that because of lack of time. Someone was painting a picture.
A gross one.
“Yeah, it said‘Welcome to the game, Deputy Director.
You’re next. I’ve been waiting for you’,” she admitted.
No.
Big.
Shock.
He’d called that one.
“You be careful, Elizabeth. I’m not a woman, but you are. All the eyes have been female, so he has a preference. I’d prefer not to find your icy-blue eyes in a jar, in a miscellaneous skull, or missing in general.”
Yeah, her either.
Since she was using them.
This was creepy, but she couldn’t back down now. Elizabeth had other concerns weighing on her.
“The person in the casket, Steph Lewis, if that is her, looks like her clothing was disturbed. Her skirt is messed up.”
Oh, hell.
He knew what she was saying.
“Necrophilia? Well, at least your profiler isn’t shocked by any of this. He called it, if I remember correctly. The skulls also had semen trace on them.”
Yeah, he did, and they did.
There was no shock there. Ethan had seen just about everything in his career with the FBI.
“Do we have anything on the semen?” she asked.
He hated to give her bad news.
“We’re still running it against databases, but so far, no hits in CODIS, the BOP, or anywhere else we normally find results. If this person has never committed a crime, or had a DNA sample taken, we’re SOL.”
Yeah, she was shit out of luck a lot when it came to cases. Why not one more?
“Thanks, Christopher. Run it against older cases. You know, cold cases. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
He could do that.
“On it, Sweetness.”
She didn’t doubt that.
“I have to get the scene covered. Be careful,” she said. “Use the tablet to find us. My tracker is active.”
He would.
