not, but it looks good for it.'
'What was she doing in that garage? Did she work nearby?'
'She was an actress, working under the name Tara Lynn Greene. She had an audition the day she went missing.'
'Where was the audition?'
'At the Walnut Street Theater,' Bontrager said. He flipped back through his notes. 'She left the theater alone at around 1 PM. Parking lot attendant said she walked in about ten after one, took the steps to the basement.'
'Do they have surveillance cameras?'
'They do. But nothing is taped.'
The maddening news was that there was another 'moon' painting on Tara Grendel's abdomen. A DNA report was in the works to determine if there was a match to the blood and semen found on Kristina Jakos.
'We showed Tara's picture around Stiletto, and to Natalya Jakos,' Byrne said. 'Tara was not a dancer at the club. Natalya didn't recognize her. If she's connected to Kristina Jakos, it's not from her place of employment.'
'What about Tara's family?'
'No family in town. Father deceased, mother living in Indiana,' Bontrager said. 'She's been notified. She's flying in tomorrow.'
'What do we have on the crime scenes?' Buchanan asked.
'Not much,' Byrne said. 'No footprints, no tire tracks.'
'And the clothes?' Buchanan asked.
The consensus now was that the killer was dressing his victims. 'Both vintage dresses,' Jessica said.
'We're talking thrift-store stuff?'
'Could be,' Jessica said. They had a list of more than one hundred secondhand clothing and thrift stores. Unfortunately, the turnover in both product and personnel at such stores was quick, and none of the stores kept any detailed records of what came in and went out. It was going to take a lot of shoe leather and interviews to gather any information.
'Why these particular dresses?' Buchanan asked. 'Are they from a play? A movie? A famous picture?'
'Working on it, Sarge.'
'Walk me through it,' Buchanan said.
Jessica went first. 'Two victims, both white women in their twenties, both strangled, both left on the bank of the Schuylkill. Both victims had a drawing on their bodies, a detailed painting of the moon rendered in semen and blood. Both crime scenes had a similar drawing painted on a wall nearby. The first victim had her feet amputated. These body parts were recovered on the Strawberry Mansion Bridge.'
Jessica flipped her notes back. 'First victim was Kristina Jakos. Born in Odessa in the Ukraine, moved to the United States with her sister Na- talya and brother Kostya. Parents deceased, no other relatives in the States. Until a few weeks ago Kristina lived with her sister in the Northeast. Kristina recently moved to North Lawrence with her roommate, one Sonja Kedrova, also from the Ukraine. Kostya Jakos is pulling a ten-year stretch in Graterford for aggravated assault. Kristina recently got a job at a Center City gentlemen's club called Stiletto, where she worked as an exotic dancer. On the night she went missing she was last seen at the All-City Launderette at approximately 11 PM.'
'Do you think there's any connection to the brother?' Buchanan asked.
'Hard to say,' Park said. 'Kostya Jakos's victim was an elderly widow from Merion Station. Her son is in his sixties, no grandchildren in the area. It would be a pretty brutal payback if that was the case.'
'What about something he stirred up inside?'
'He hasn't been a model prisoner, but nothing jumps over the wall as a motive to do this to his sister.'
'Have we gotten DNA back on this blood-moon drawing on Jakos?' Buchanan asked.
'DNA on Kristina Jakos's drawing is in,' Tony Park said. 'The blood is not hers. The workup on the second victim is still out.'
'Have we run it through CODIS?'
'Yes,' Park said. The FBI Laboratory's Combined DNA Index System enabled federal, state, and local crime labs to exchange and compare DNA profiles electronically, thereby linking crimes to each other and to convicted offenders. 'Nothing yet on that front.'
'What about some crazy son of a bitch from the strip club?' Buchanan asked.
'I'm talking later today or tomorrow to some of the girls from the club who knew Kristina,' Byrne said.
'What about this bird that was found at the Shawmont site?' Buchanan asked.
Jessica glanced at Byrne. Found was the word that stuck. No one had mentioned that the bird had flown away due to Byrne's prodding open the victim's hands.
'The feathers are at the lab,' Tony Park said. 'One of the techs is an avid birder, and he says he is not familiar with it. He's on it right now.'
'Good,' Buchanan said. 'What else?'
'It looks like the killer used a carpenter's handsaw on the first victim,' Jessica said. 'Trace of sawdust was found in the wound. So, maybe a boat- builder? Dock builder? Dockworker?'
'Kristina had been working on building sets for a Christmas play,' Byrne said.
'Have we interviewed people she worked with at the church?'
'Yeah,' Byrne said. 'No one of interest.'
'Any mutilation of the second victim?' Buchanan asked.
Jessica shook her head. 'Body was intact.'
At first they had entertained the possibility that their killer was taking body parts as souvenirs. It looked less likely now.
'Any sexual angle?' Buchanan asked.
Jessica wasn't sure. 'Well, despite the presence of the semen, there was no evidence of sexual assault.'
'Similar murder weapon in both cases?' Buchanan asked.
'Identical,' Byrne said. 'Lab thinks it's the type of rope they use to separate the lanes in a swimming pool. However, they haven't found any trace of chlorine. They're running some more tests on the fibers now.'
There were plenty of industries linked to the water trades in Philadelphia, a city that had two rivers to nurture and exploit. Sailing and powerboating on the Delaware. Sculling on the Schuylkill. Each year there were a number of events on both rivers. There was the Schuylkill Sojourn, a seven-day float up the entire length of the river. Then there was the Dad Vail Regatta, the largest collegiate regatta in the United States, with more than one thousand athletes taking part in the event, held the second week of May.
'The dump sites on the Schuylkill indicate that we are probably looking for someone with a pretty good working knowledge of the river,' Jessica said.
Byrne thought of Paulie McManus, and his Leonardo da Vinci quote. In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes.
What the hell was coming? Byrne wondered.
'What about the sites themselves?' Buchanan asked. 'Any significance?'
'Plenty of history in Manayunk. Same with Shawmont. So far, nothing has clicked.'
Buchanan sat down, rubbed his hands over his eyes. 'One singer, one dancer, both white and in their twenties. Both public abductions. There's a connection between these two victims, detectives. Find it.'
There was a knock on the door. Byrne opened it. It was Nicci Malone.
'Got a minute, boss?' Nicci asked.
'Yeah,' Buchanan said. Jessica thought she had never heard anyone sound quite so exhausted. Ike Buchanan was the link between the unit and the brass. If it happened on his watch, it came through him. He nodded to the four detectives. It was time to get back to work. They exited the office. Just as they were leaving, Nicci poked her head back through the doorway.
'There's someone downstairs to see you, Jess.'
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