He wants to control them physically, sexually, emotionally, three areas where girls of this age are most confused. Perhaps he lost a girlfriend to a sex crime at this age. Perhaps a daughter or sister. The fact that he is sewing their vaginas might mean he believes he is returning these young women to some twisted sort of virginal state, a state of innocence.'
'What would make him stop?' Tony Park asked. 'There are a lot of Catholic girls in this town.'
'I don't see any escalation of violence,' Summers said. 'In fact, his method of murder is fairly humane, all things considered. They are not lingering in death. He is not trying to take away femininity from these girls. Just the opposite. He is trying to secure it, preserve it for eternity, if you will.
'His hunting ground seems to be this part of North Philly,' she said, indicating a highlighted twenty-block area. 'Our unknown subject is probably white, between twenty and forty, physically strong, but probably not fanatical about it. Not a bodybuilder type. He was most likely raised a Catholic, of above-average intelligence, mostly likely with an undergraduate degree at the very least, probably more. He drives a van or a station wagon, perhaps an SUV of some sort. This would make it easier to get the girls in and out of his vehicle.'
'What do we get from the location of the crime scenes?' Jessica asked.
'At this point, I have no idea, I'm afraid,' Summers said. 'The Eighth Street house and Bartram Gardens are about as disparate a pair of sites as one could imagine.'
'Then you believe they are random?' Jessica asked.
'I don't believe they are. In both instances, it appears the victim is carefully posed. I don't believe our unknown subject does anything in a haphazard manner. Tessa Wells was chained to that column for a reason. Nicole Taylor was not randomly dumped in that field. These locations are definitely significant.
'At first there may have been the temptation to think that Tessa Wells was put in that row house on Eighth Street to hide her body, but I don't believe this to be the case. Nicole Taylor was carefully placed in the open a few days earlier. There was no attempt to hide the body. This guy is operating in daylight. He wants us to find his victims. He is arrogant and he wants us to think he's smarter than we are. The fact that he placed objects between their hands furthers this theory. He is clearly challenging us to understand what he's doing.
'As far as we can tell at this time, these girls did not know each other. They moved in different social circles. Tessa Wells liked classical music; Nicole Taylor was into the Goth rock scene. They attended different schools, had different interests.'
Jessica looked at the photos of the two girls, side by side, on the board. She recalled how cliquish things were when she went to Nazarene. The cheerleader types would have nothing to do with the rock and rollers, and vice versa. There were the nerds who spent their free time hovering over the few computers in the library, the fashion queens who were always buried in the current issue of Vogue or Marie Clare or Elle. Then there was her crowd, the South Philly contingent.
On the surface, what connected Tessa Wells and Nicole Taylor was that they were Catholic and they went to Catholic schools.
'I want every corner of these girls' lives turned inside out,' Byrne said. 'Who they hung around with, where they went on weekends, their boyfriends, relatives, acquaintances, what clubs they belonged to, what movies they've gone to, what churches they belong to. Somebody knows something. Somebody saw something.'
'Can we keep the mutilation and the found items from the press?' Tony Park asked.
'Maybe for twenty-four hours,' Byrne said. 'After that, I doubt it.'
Chavez spoke up. 'I spoke to the school psychiatrist who handles the counseling at Regina. He works out of the offices at the Nazarene Academy in the Northeast. Nazarene is the administrative office for five diocesan schools, including Regina. The diocese employs one psychiatrist for all five schools, who rotates on a weekly basis. He might be able to help.'
At this, Jessica felt her stomach fall. There was a connection between Regina and Nazarene, and she now knew what that connection was.
'They only have one psychiatrist for that many kids?' Tony Park asked.
'They have half a dozen counselors,' Chavez said. 'But only one psychiatrist for the five schools.'
'Who is that?'
While Eric Chavez looked through his notes, Byrne found Jessica's eyes. By the time Chavez located the name, Byrne was already out of the room and on the phone.
23
TUESDAY, 2:00 PM
'I really appreciate you coming in,' Byrne said to Brian Parkhurst. They were standing in the middle of the wide, semicircular room that housed the Homicide Unit.
'Anything I can do to help.' Parkhurst was dressed in a black-and-gray nylon jogging outfit and what looked like brand-new Reeboks. If he was at all nervous about being called in to talk to the police on this matter, it didn't show. Then again, Jessica thought, he was a psychiatrist. If he could read anxiety, he could write composure. 'Needless to say, we're all devastated at Nazarene.'
'Are the students taking it hard?'
'I'm afraid so.'
The human traffic picked up around the two men. It was an old trick-make the witness look for somewhere to sit down. The door to Interview Room A was wide open; all chairs in the common room were occupied. On purpose.
'Oh, I'm sorry.' Byrne's voice was dripping with concern and sincerity. He was good, too. 'Why don't we sit in here?'
Brian Parkhurst sat in the upholstered chair across from Byrne in Interview Room A, the small, scruffy room where suspects and witnesses were questioned, made statements, provided information. Jessica observed through the two-way mirror. The door to the interview room remained open.
'Once again,' Byrne began, 'we appreciate you taking the time.'
There were two chairs in the room. One was an upholstered desk chair; the other was a battered metal folding chair. Suspects never got the good chair. Witnesses did. Until they became suspects, that is.
'Not a problem,' Parkhurst said.
The murder of Nicole Taylor had led the noon news, with live break- ins on all the local TV stations. Camera crews were at Bartram Gardens. Kevin Byrne had not asked Dr. Parkhurst if he had heard the news.
'Are you any closer to finding the person who killed Tessa?' Parkhurst asked in a practiced, conversational manner. It was the sort of tone he might use to start a therapy session with a new patient.
'We have a few leads,' Byrne said. 'It's still early in the investigation.'
'Great,' Parkhurst said. The word sounded cold and somewhat strident, given the nature of the crime.
Byrne let the word circle the room a few times, then float to the floor. He sat down opposite Parkhurst, dropped a file folder on the battered metal table. 'I promise not to keep you too long,' he said.
'I have all the time you need.'
Byrne picked up the folder, crossed his legs. He opened the folder, carefully shielding the contents from Parkhurst. Jessica could see it was a 229, a basic biographical report. Nothing threatening to Brian Parkhurst, but he didn't have to know that. 'Tell me a little more about your work at Nazarene.'
'Well, it's mostly consultation in the areas of learning and behavior,' Parkhurst said.
'You counsel students on their behavior?'
'Yes.'
'How so?'
'All children and adolescents face problems from time to time, Detective. They have fears about starting at a new school, they feel depressed, they quite often lack self-discipline or self-esteem, they lack social skills. As a result, they often experiment with drugs or alcohol, or think about suicide. I let my girls know that my door is always open to them.'
My girls, Jessica thought.
