The Avenger

'So the notes don't tell us the writer's level of Latin expertise,' Jack said flatly, wondering why the first linguists hadn't suggested that.

'Not specifically,' Olivia countered, 'but they do show his focus – Latin. I think he has an affinity for this time period. The fact that he uses Latin at all indicates some kind of connection to the language or the world that fostered it.' Olivia continued earnestly. 'And, Jack, I believe there were four notes in the original case, not three.'

'Four?' he scoffed.

'I've been thinking about this. You said the first note was mailed after the second body and note were discovered. But why send it through the mail instead of leaving it with the first body? What if he did leave one with Angela Buckley and the police didn't find it?'

Intrigued, Jack stared at her. He'd entertained the same thought, but had dismissed it early on. Pathologists rarely made that kind of mistake.

'All the bodies had a note with them,' she continued. 'Do killers change their basic – what do you call it?'

'Signature.'

Olivia nodded. 'Look at this latest murder. The killer forced you to find the note. It's important to him.' She leaned forward in the chair. 'They missed the first note.'

Was it possible, Jack wondered?

'Olivia might have something,' Slater said. 'Let's go over each murder again and see what correlation we can find.' He stood, retrieved a marker from the desk and turned to the dry erase board.

'First,' Olivia said, 'the girl who was buried alive in Virginia.' Slater wrote the name, place and method of death on the board.

'Second, the lawyer, beaten to death in Las Vegas,' Jack added.

'The crucifixion death was next,' Olivia said.

Slater leaned against the wall. 'Then after four years your UNSUB started over again.'

Jack nodded. 'The Utah woman and then the beating death of Keisha Johnson.'

Olivia flinched but remained stoic as a stilted silence came over the room. Slater walked into the bullpen and poured fresh coffee for all of them.

Jack reached for his coffee. 'Okay, if the killer kept his pattern, the next death should've been crucifixion.'

'But it wasn't,' Olivia said.

Jack's frustration crept through. 'Yeah, instead we've got a new method. Death at the hands of a caged animal.'

Slater glanced thoughtfully at the jottings on the chart. 'That assumes you've discovered all the victims.' He chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip. 'Maybe he didn't change his pattern. Maybe you missed someone.'

Jack didn't want to imagine an infinite number of bodies spread around the country. 'You think he killed someone between the Salt Lake murder and now?'

Slater shrugged. 'Could be.'

'That would mean he's accelerating his behavior.' Jack thought a moment. 'If he's as arrogant as I think, he wants credit for his work. We have to assume he left notes at all the crime scenes.' He scruffed the hair back from his forehead and blew noisily through his mouth. 'We'll have to look at the Johnson crime scene again.'

He turned to Slater. 'Can you spare Harris to check North Shore?'

'Sure.'

'Let's try another attack,' Jack said, straightening up. 'What elements connect all these deaths?'

'The language and the culture,' Olivia said promptly.

'The notes all sound like warnings,' Slater added.

'One more point,' Jack said, turning toward Olivia. 'What about the note found in the mother lion?' He pulled the facsimile out of his briefcase and pushed it across to her, then wrote the words on the board below the other Latin phrases.

'Quam ferocissimus leo bestiarium oppugnavit. Facilis descensus averno,' she read and thought a moment. 'Actually, it's two sentences that translate literally, 'As fierce a lion as possible attacked the beast-fighter,' and 'easy the descent to hell.'' She paused. 'Doesn't make a lot of sense, but it is different from the others. It demonstrates a working knowledge of Latin grammar. He's not just copying from a book.'

Jack bulleted these characteristics in another column on the dry erase board. 'Okay, so this last note shows the killer really knows Latin. Plus, he's becoming more confident. This death is close in time to the last one.'

Olivia frowned. 'But what does it mean? Is the beast-fighter the woman killed at the zoo? Or the killer?'

Jack contemplated the question, came up with nothing.

'And what about the second half of the message?' Olivia added. 'It's ambiguous. Whose descent is it? Does he refer to himself or the victim? Does he believe the victim deserves to be in hell or is he bragging about how easy the killings are for him as a murderer?'

'Lots of questions, no answers,' Jack muttered.

'This note was found inside the mother lion's stomach, right?' Olivia asked. 'What about the cub?'

'You think there might've been another message at this crime scene?' Slater asked.

'Something seems left out of the message,' Olivia replied.

'Like 'easy for… ' or 'easy but…?'' Jack asked.

Olivia nodded slowly, looking off into the distance. 'You know, in addition to gladiatorial games, the Romans liked to watch a staged hunt. They called it a venatio, and bestiarii were beast-hunters who tracked down wild animals in the arena.'

'So the killer thinks of himself, not the victim, as the beast-hunter,' Jack concluded.

Olivia shook her head. 'Not necessarily. In Roman times, the victim could be a political prisoner hunted for sport and punishment.'

'I'll personally supervise the exam on the cub,' Slater said, 'and assign Harris to relook at the Lake Tahoe crime scene.'

Jack glanced around. 'That's it, then,' he said. 'Tomorrow at eight.' He kept his back to Olivia while she gathered up her papers.

At the door she turned and looked back, locked eyes with him. Slater glanced back and forth between them as if he'd guessed their relationship. Shit. No keeping secrets from Slater.

Jack's blood thrummed in his veins, hot and heavy and anticipatory. Desire scrabbled his brain and lust scratched at his loins. God, he was desperate for her again.

Chapter Seventeen

Jack's aloofness had irritated Olivia all day. What had it meant? A quick release of the sexual tension that crackled between them like jolts of electricity? Part of her wanted to get in his face, confront him about last night. But another part of her was afraid of the answer.

After several restless hours, she finally slept.

Sometime later the jangle of her phone roused her. Groping for the receiver, she pressed the talk button and spoke groggily. Jack's voice from the other end of the line jerked her upright. 'What's wrong?'

'Another murder.'

Oh, no. 'Where?'

His voice sounded strained. 'A town called Grantsville in Tuolumne County. Slater just called me. Be ready in fifteen minutes. I'll pick you up.'

Olivia was waiting on the porch ten minutes later. She'd pulled her hair back into a ponytail, slipped on jeans and a sweatshirt, shoes and socks, but otherwise hadn't taken time with her appearance. As they drove off, Jack's face looked drawn in the greenish light from the dashboard. He looked frazzled, like he was running on sheer adrenaline.