Callen was with him, and her other husband looked about as worried as she was.
Well, that was good.
They all needed to be freaked out.
Upstairs, Chris accessed the morgue by the cooler door, and sent the lift back down to pick up the next victim. Once inside, he found Chrissy at a computer.
“The boss needs to talk to you,” Chris said, handing her the phone.
She took the phone, and had good news.
“I was just sending an email. You have good timing.”
Yeah, she didn’t, but that was neither here nor there. She hoped Chrissy had something good.
As the techs all rolled bodies in, and evidence was moved around the room behind Chrissy, the woman printed something out and picked it up.
“Tell me what you have.”
Chrissy did.
“I ran the rape kits from years ago, when someone was breaking into bedrooms.”
“And?” she asked.
“We had four cases, and all four matched each other. The same person did it.”
Well, that was going to make this a bigger problem. This person was well-practiced.
“BUT.”
It was that one word that stopped her in her tracks.
“But what?” she asked.
“They don’t match the person committing the crimes today. We don’t have the same person.”
Ethan knew why.
It had been a possibility, but he’d not wanted to bring it up so as not to throw more at his wife until they had proof.
“He had a mentor,” he said. “We might have had a person who was an apprentice to the master. I’m willing to bet, someone was taken under their wing, and they learned. That makes sense. That would explain the sheer volume of victims. The person was not only learning, but practicing.”
Well, that sounded horrible.
“So we’re looking for two people?” she asked, hating that Gene nailed this, and she’d put it off to make sure.
Damn it.
He nodded.
“Well, I can help you out there,” Chrissy said. “That person is also not in the database, but we knew that since they had been cold cases for years.”
Elizabeth waited.
“Chrissy, I need something. This is getting bad.”
She was to the point.
