“Someone has really been at this a long time. That’s going to make it more difficult, not easier. The amount of time it would take to prove that the cases Chris tagged are connected, would bog me down.”
Chrissy was listening.
“You’re going to let forensics slide?” she asked. “Because what if it gives us something?”
This was a tough position to be in.
She glanced over at her husband, the ME.
“Did they collect samples?”
He nodded.
“Back then, DNA wasn’t done as much. We both know how hit or miss it was. I’m assuming you want me to get it sent here, so that Chrissy can test it to see if it matches our perp?”
What choice did she have? Chrissy was right. She couldn’t let forensics slide.
She nodded.
“It’s a long shot, but if I need those victims exhumed, at some point, that’s going to give me the catalyst to get it done. If we can prove that this person has been doing this for almost two decades, that will get a judge to be a little more willing to sign off on twenty-year exhumations.”
Chris agreed.
“Any word on the current ones?”
She was to the point.
“Ethan called and checked for us. It’s coming, so be ready to be called out for that. We’ll have four victims coming in, and they go back a few months, so the remains…”
He knew what she was saying.
Someone was not likely going back to the hotel for a nap anytime soon. They couldn’t have it both ways. As a Fed, he had to be there for exhumation.
They were going to be rotting corpses that he was responsible for the second the ground was opened.
Oh, his world was so much fun. The one thing he hated more than anything was exhumations that went back and yielded rotting flesh.
That was a smell you didn’t forget, and it was locked inside a casket, festering.
It.
Was.
Gross.
“We’ll be ready. Hopefully, I can get some downtime in,” he said. “Alexi will let me know if he needs me back here.”
Oh, boy.
She was going to have to tell him sooner rather than later.
“What about Steph Lewis’s remains. What can you tell me?” she asked.
Chris nodded at Chrissy.
The floor was hers.
“She was definitely defiled postmortem,” she said. “We swabbed, and we found semen. I also ran it, and it’s a direct match for the semen you found in that room with the skulls. Your mad masturbator is also your coffin humper.”
