“Buuuut...” Caine continued. “New email account, but not a new phone. Tracked the embedded metadata to a specific device using the IEMI number. The phone is registered to a business called Impact Investing.”
Or maybe not. Still, the name didn’t ring a bell, and Vaughn felt his forehead crinkle.
“Majority owner is Devon Godfrey,” Caine said with a grin.
“No shit.” Vaughn scratched his chin. “Zeke posted the video.”
“Sure looks that way.”
“Anything else?”
“’Bout it,” Caine said. “You not going to the presser?”
“No. Thanks, fellas.”
The rest of the precinct was fairly quiet. Most officers were hovering on the ground floor or outside, watching Captain Daniels do his thing.
Vaughn returned to his office, addressed the murder board again. Added two more pieces of information: the printer and the cell phone.
Vaughn squinted. As much as he hated to admit it, maybe Darnell was right. Objectively, there were strong links between these crimes and the math department. And Gene Reeves specifically.
Did he know Zeke? Probably not. The fire took place three years ago.
Vaughn knew that Captain Daniels liked Zeke for this, for the gassings. The kid was not right in the head. But his crimes—killing Rebecca Quinn and assaulting Ivy—were crimes of passion. The gassings showed forethought, planning, patience.
In Vaughn’s experience, unsubs usually fell into one camp or the other: plotters or impulsive. Even though crimes of this nature were plotted on a spectrum, and criminals often slid back and forth, they never went from one extreme to another this soon, this quickly.
Vaughn opened his computer, started looking into Zeke, then changed course. Dr.Moorehead. He linked both Zeke and Gene Reeves. The man had been the head of the Princeton mathematics and statistics department for eleven years. He’d been Eugene Reeves’s boss.
Vaughn closed his eyes.
And now he was dead. This fucking case...
Darnell’s face appeared out of the darkness. Vaughn saw his lips move.
This whole ‘can’t speak, can’t write’ thing is a farce.
When Vaughn had mentioned Ivy’s name, he thought he saw Dr.Reeves cock his head. It had been subtle, but noticeable. Nothing else registered with the man, but that seemed to.
Was his mental deficiency all an act? Was Darnell right?
Despite his reservations, Vaughn found himself pulling up the police report from the fire. Read the part about the brain injury, the damage to Broca’s area. Hesitated before firing off a text to Dr.Button, attaching Eugene Reeves’ medical file from the case.
Then he stared off into space, wondering what in the fuck he was supposed to do next. If only he had a senior detective here to guide him...
Vaughn’s head jerked.
Unbelievably, he’d fallen asleep in his fucking chair.
Have to move. Have to keep moving.
Maybe it was time to speak to Dr.Eugene Reeves again.? Or at least try.
?Chapter 67
Sarah Kachinski wasstanding outside the DAL when Ivy pulled up. Her doughy face was strained, and her hands were locked on her hips.
Ivy thought,She spends more time waiting for me then she does waiting on my dad.
