“We have eleven bodies on our hands, all women and definitely within the age range of eighteen to twenty-four”, she began.
Detective Jake smiled to himself. “Easiest information to gather from the database”.
He waited for the juicy part where his work would be appreciated even though the idea of it being dissected in such manner haunted his very soul. Yet, it felt like injustice was being done to such preciously and meticulously carried out work of art which had span the entirety of ten years with a kill designated to satisfy his urged for the entire year.
“Our killer is definitely left handed, judging by the origin of each blade mark across the flesh and he definitely possesses surgical skills, which means he is a professional”, she continued.
Detective Jake couldn’t help but squirm with approval while he listened on.
“My guess is, he dispatched of these ladies while they remained alive”, she added and then passed for the information to sink into the thoughts and minds of her audience. “The killer loved his work and every single body had been appreciated in a manner I have never seen before”.
She paused to look around with a hand raised. “What do you mean he appreciated his work?”
Detective Jake took interest in the response about greeting the question. He shifted in his seat and locked gaze on the woman who didn’t seem tossed out of her depth as she conjured her response.
“He is comfortable with what he does and for many reasons I would imagine”, she replied. “Firstly, his victims were never blindfolded and they never got bruised or had any blemish on their bodies”.
The room fell silent momentarily before whispers aired.
“You mean he killed them while they were wide awake and conscious of his deeds?” another cop asked with a sickened tone.
Sarah Connell simply nodded her head and turned to the screen before her. “He most likely must have used a sedative of some kind to keep them paralyzed but judging from the fact these bodies aren’t fresh and the last was a year old, I’d assume we haven’t seen the last of this killer”.
A thin smile crawled across Detective Jake’s cheeks. Her brilliance remained mesmerizing and her eloquence on his work was equally thrilling but he had other tricks up his sleeves and he was certain she couldn’t make a clean take on them all.
“I might have been wrong”, he thought to himself. “Maybe hiding my work isn’t entirely as fun as it could be”.
It was the first time he’d ever consider breaking his own rules. The rules had been in place for reasons he knew could come to unfold everything he had worked for and set him along the path of common serial killers who couldn’t abide by a code of conduct to keep themselves hidden from the public eye.
“I have a question please!” a frail arm speared into the air and prompted everyone around to look in the direction.
Detective Jake squinted his gaze and smiled. ‘Little Sam White… here you are rowing with the big leagues”.
The young detective upped himself from his seat like the newbie he was and prompted some mocking laughter from those around, before straightening himself and coughing out loud.
“Had the killing not be called in, none of these bodies would have been found according to the report filed to us via email”, Sam White explained. “Is it safe to say the killer is shy?”
The question bore a thick frown across Detective Jake’s face. He couldn’t believe his ears; he knew nobody else as bold as he was and the notion of being described as a hermit hiding away from the light was demeaning enough for him.
“No!” Sarah Connell stated staunchly. “The killer might be many things, but shy isn’t one of them… my guess is, he kills for the pleasure of it… maybe even attains some sexual satisfaction from the death of his victims, but shy isn’t one of his motive”.
The newbie slowly retreated to his seat and took down notes while the other officers did the same.
“That is all we have right now but more information should be passed to you as soon as they come to light”, Sarah Connell attempted to conclude the meeting as she turned around and began walking towards the light switch.
“What of the weapon used? What sort of weapon do we think our killer might have used to commit his deeds?” Mike Rondon inquired in his usual cocky tone.
Everyone turned to look at him and he barely flinched while he awaited his response from their profiler.
“Presumably a carving knife of some sorts but we cannot confirm for certain right now”, she answered. “Like I said, once we have more concrete information, we will pass them over to you”.
Her final words had led to end of the meeting and none was gladder than Detective Jake who planned on finding out just whatever he could on the eleventh body that threatened to undermine the potency of his memory.
Mike Gordon brushed past rudely before halting by the door. “I wonder how far your cocky attitude can take you in this department”.
“Farther than you”, Detective Jake replied.
Their banter had gone long enough, with snide remarks and harmless but rude comments always lacing their conversations.
“You need to respect the badge even if you don’t see how well others worked to get to where you are”, Mike Rondon added in disgust before proceeding to leave the room.
“Rondon! Jake! You two to my office right away!” the tenacious tone of their Captain came calling.
Detective Jake couldn’t have felt more disturbed, considering he was being called into the room with Mike Rondon.
“I’ll be damned”, he heard his nemesis mutter as Mike Rondon continued to grumble the entire way through.
Captain Luke led the way, while the two followed behind as every eye in the station turned to glare at the favored two whose career paths had differing tales attached to them.
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