that’s sacrilegious, but I don’t give a hoot. I looked for a gun I liked and that was the one.”
“I use a Glock,” I tell him, pulling my jacket aside so he can see it.
He nods in approval. “Nice weapon.” He squints at me. “You any good?”
“Good?” Callie says. “Honey-love, she’s a natural gunfighter.”
“That a fact?”
“I’m competent.” Shooting is one of the few things I don’t bother to be modest about. “I did some comparisons based on my own scores at the range. I’d probably rank within the top hundred in the world if I competed.”
“For women?” he asks.
“Top hundred, period.”
He grins again, delighted. “That’s something I’d like to see! Most of the boys involved in the gun game are good enough, but there’s a few that’d be pretty upset to be bested by a woman. You should compete sometime.”
I grin back. I like Earl Cooper. “Maybe I will.”
“Have we had enough bonding time?” James asks, rancorous and impatient, as always. Maybe we dislike James, when we dislike him, because he’s our conscience. “Can we get to the matter at hand?”
Earl curls his mouth down. “Curb it a little, son,” he says.
“I’m not your son,” James retorts. “And there are other women locked away in the dark out there, just like Heather Hollister was.”
Earl sobers at this and nods. “Ah yes,” he says, his voice soft. “The impatient hunter, the one who can never put down his gun or take his boots off. I used to be just like you, son. You better learn to turn it off or one day you’ll burn out.”
“The business at hand,” James says, practically grinding his teeth.
“Give it up, Earl,” Callie opines. “This is who James is, sad but true.”
“I guess I knew that. Fair enough, young Jim, we’ll get to the meat of the matter. What can I do for you all?”
I brief him in detail on the case. He listens intently, rolling his mustache at times, asking questions at others. When I finish, he is silent for a while, staring at our Sanskrit scribbling on the whiteboard.
“Well,” he drawls finally, “I’m not sure how much help I can be, but I’ll tell you what I see and then I’ll take all the data home and give it a figure.”
“That’s all we’re asking,” I say.
“What do you know about what I do?”
“Just the broad strokes. Callie is our criminologist. She’s pretty conversant in general forensics, but we bring in experts like yourself for the specialized fields all the time.”
“Fair enough. Geographic profiling is the bastard stepchild of profiling,” he says. “In other words, for many, the jury’s still out. With good reason. There are a lot of factors that can throw a wrench into the works. The main one, in your case, is a lack of data. Geographic profiling is all about data. Number crunching, variables. Your boy has dropped four people in three different states. He selects his victims via the Internet. That’s unhelpful.
“We operate with four basic types in geographic profiling, when it comes to offenders. We have the hunter. He looks for his victims in his home territory. He’s the one my kind of profiling works best for. We have the poacher. He travels away from his home to hunt. He’s smarter, he knows you don’t shit in your own backyard. You have the troller. He’s an opportunist. He’s most likely your disorganized offender. He sees what he likes while he’s out doing something else and he acts on the impulse. Then you’ve got the trapper. He lures the victim to him, controls the situation.”
“There’s a lot of overlap there,” I observe.
He nods in agreement. “Very good, Agent Barrett. That’s correct. The troller can operate in his own home area, like the hunter, or he could only troll when he’s away from home. The traveling salesman as rapist, so to speak. The poacher can create a kind of ‘new home territory.’ He thinks he’s being smart by choosing his victims from somewhere else than where he lives, but then he gets comfortable with that particular area and only draws from it. He could also be unconscious of the decisions that drove him to choose that ‘away’ spot.
“That’s one of the principles that underpin geographic profiling: We tend to operate in our comfort zones, knowingly or not. The theory, then, is that location—both of abduction and dumping—tells us something important about where an offender lives. A famous and simplistic example is the case where bodies were always being found near railroad tracks. It pointed to an offender with an on-the-move, drifter mentality. That helped narrow the search and, though it wasn’t the only factor, contributed to finding the perpetrator, an illegal immigrant who’d been deported numerous times before.”
Listening to him, I guess that Cooper is probably a lecturer in demand. He has a laid-back but engaging way of speaking that makes you feel as if you’re just having a conversation. Sitting in the living room, feet up on the coffee table.
“The key with your boy and me, if I’m any help at all, is going to come down to distance. There’s a difference, you see, between perceived distance and actual distance. If any of you have ever walked toward the mountains on a horizon or tried to swim across a lake to the other shore, you’ll understand what I’m talking about. They look close, but you could walk for days before you reached those mountains or swim ’til you drowned and never reach that other shore.
“It works in reverse too. A killer might think something is just too far when it’s actually too close to home. It helps to know method of transportation—in this case a car—as that gives us an idea of his mobility range.”
“It sounds like a drifter is easier to catch with geographic profiling than a man with a car,” Alan says.
“That is a fact,” Cooper agrees. “It’s unhelpful that your boy is operating in different states. Still, the distance factor might turn up something. In relation to the abductions, I mean.”
“How’s that?” Alan asks.
“Where he took them, how he took them. He’s a pragmatic man. What does that tell you?”
I nod, seeing it. “That he’s not going hundreds of miles away,” I say. He smiles. “Kee-rect.”
“But that’s not always going to be under his control,” Callie says doubtfully. “His victim choice is limited by need—the needs of his clients. He can’t know where they’re going to be located.”
“Good thinking,” Cooper says, “but not so fast. Los Angeles proper—the city, I mean—is somewhere around forty miles wide. Hell, Portland is only about a hundred forty-five square miles to Los Angeles’s four hundred seventy, and it’s not long after you leave the city that you can be out in the middle of the woods.”
He turns to the whiteboard.
“The parking-lot angle is a good one. I think you’re right. He’s taking them there because he needs to feed his little sexual sideline of making the cars crash. That’s behavior. Combined with geography, it tells us what? What are you missing there?”
It’s a gentle probe, a teacher’s insistence to look. We all stare at the whiteboard, James and I most of all. I see it first, a forehead slapping moment.
“How does he see the crash?” I say. Cooper smiles.
“Right,” James says. “He has a victim. He can’t very well sit there and wait all night for the crashes to occur. He can’t count on the media—too many variables, might or might not be newsworthy.”
“So?” Callie asks.
“So,” I reply, “he’d set up a way to record it.”
Cooper tilts his head at me in acknowledgment. “I’m no gadget genius,” he says, “but I’d think his options in that regard would be limited. How long would a battery-operated system last? If no Internet’s available to pipe it to his computer, how many hours can a stand-alone system record? I’d look for local hotels and neighborhoods nearby with wireless capabilities—on the most recent crimes. The older ones …” He shrugs. “I can’t say. You’ll have to ask one of them tech boys I’m sure you have on the payroll.
“As far as my neck of the woods goes, get me copies of everything. Here, the Oregon and Nevada cases. I need your notes too, anything that might or might not be relevant. I’ll stir it all up together and add some eye of newt and a little finger-crossing, and we’ll see what I come up with.”
“You’ll have it all today,” I tell him. “We really appreciate your assistance.”
He tips his hat at me. “No promises.”
“You’ve already helped,” I tell him. “You’ve given us some new things to look at.”