The Executioner

Ninety-Five

‘I’m listening, Robert,’ the captain urged Hunter.

‘Bullying.’

‘Bullying? You mean school bullying?’ the captain asked doubtfully.

‘We found out today that in school Father Fabian was a bully, and a nasty one at that. He and his little gang of friends pushed students and teachers to their limits. Peter Elder was not only part of that gang, but according to James Reed he was the leader.’

‘The priest was a bad bully in school?’

‘Hard to believe, isn’t it?’ Garcia commented.

‘Wait a second. Amanda and Debbie didn’t go to their school.’

Hunter searched his desk. ‘Have a look at this.’ He handed the captain Amanda Reilly’s high school records.

Her eyes scanned the sheet for a moment. ‘Bad grades, a few detentions and poor attendance.’ She shrugged. ‘Half the students in LA have a record similar to this one. So she wasn’t an exemplary student, and…?’

‘Most bullies aren’t.’

The captain’s eyes widened. ‘Are you saying she was a bully simply because her grades weren’t good? That’s quite a harsh conclusion, Robert.’

‘No.’ Hunter shook his head calmly. ‘Look at the number of detentions she got.’

Another quick look at the sheet. ‘Quite a few… your point is?’

‘No student gets a load of detentions because of bad grades, captain. They’ve gotta be disruptive, argumentative, even aggressive. All I’m saying is that there’s a good chance Amanda Reilly was also a bully. If she wasn’t, she still might’ve hung out with Brett and Peter’s gang.’

The captain considered this. ‘You think this killer is going after the people who bullied him when he was young?’

‘I think so.’ Hunter nodded.

‘That’s over twenty years ago,’ Hopkins commented. ‘You think someone could hold a grudge for that long?’

‘People can hold a grudge indefinitely,’ Hunter answered. ‘But I wouldn’t call it a grudge in this case.’

The captain tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. ‘Carry on.’

‘Young people are very susceptible to psychological traumas. Teenagers are insecure by nature, no matter how tough they might want to appear. At that age the doors to those insecurities are wide open, and nothing is stopping a bully from going in and making a mess of their subconscious without them even knowing.’

‘A mess strong enough that it’d make someone wanna do this?’ the captain asked, pointing to the gruesome pictures of both murders.

‘Bullying can be extremely destructive, leaving behind psychological scars that can take years to heal, if they ever do.’

‘But why come after these people twentysomething years later, when their bullying days are well and truly over? You’re not gonna tell me that Father Fabian and Amanda Reilly were still bullies, are you?’

‘Psychological traumas can sit in someone’s subconscious for years just waiting to come out.’ Hunter approached the window and stared at the busy street down below. ‘Haven’t you ever wondered about homeless people?’

Everyone in the room frowned.

‘Are you on medication? What the hell does that have to do with anything, Robert?’ the captain asked, shaking her head.

‘Sometimes, when I see a homeless person sitting in a corner, cold and hungry, I wonder how far back I’d have to trace that person’s life to find the exact moment in time that broke him.’ Hunter watched an old man cross the street below. ‘It could be the moment he lost his job, or his wife, or his kid. It could be anything. But there’s always something, captain. The proverbial “last straw”. Everyone has a breaking point.’ He faced the room. ‘Now imagine if this killer was desperately bullied when he was a kid. His subconscious is full of rage and anger that not even he’s aware of. Twenty-five years later, his life isn’t going that well. He lost his job or his wife is about to leave him or whatever. He’s at boiling point. Then finally the “last straw” happens. Something pulls the trigger inside his head and reopens the wound. All of a sudden, all that rage and anger isn’t hidden in his subconscious anymore.’

‘And he goes back to what he considers to be the root of everything bad. The bullying when he was a kid,’ Garcia said, following Hunter’s line of thought.

Hunter nodded. ‘Whatever that “last straw” was, it’s awakened a monster.’

‘I can see that.’ Captain Blake nodded at the picture board.

‘In one of his journals,’ Hunter continued, returning to his desk, ‘Father Fabian mentions a group of street kids he used to hang out with, and from what we gathered those kids were bad news.’

‘And you think maybe Amanda Reilly, Debbie Howard and Peter Elder were part of that group,’ the captain commented.

‘It’s very possible.’

‘So we aren’t talking about school bullying,’ the captain concluded. ‘We’re talking about street bullying.’

‘Most students live close to the school they attend,’ Hunter said evenly.

‘Shit!’ Captain Blake closed her eyes as she realized what Hunter meant. ‘Double bullying. In and out of school. Double the possibility of a severe psychological trauma.’

‘Bullies have favorite targets,’ Hunter continued. ‘Maybe, if I’m persuasive enough, I can get Peter Elder to identify them.’

‘Why would he cooperate?’ she challenged.

‘Because he’s got nothing to lose.’

Captain Blake let out a deep breath, but she was convinced. ‘I’ll put in a CCI prisoner interview request straight away and contact Clayton on the rehabilitations board. If we’re lucky, we might get you in tomorrow.’

‘That works.’ Hunter nodded. ‘I can drive. Tehachapi is less than two hours away.’

The captain retrieved Debbie Howard’s file from Garcia’s desk and read through the little information they had. ‘How about Jonathan Hale, Debbie’s husband?’

‘I can’t interview him without having read the case files. We don’t even know exactly how she died.’

‘I’ll call Lancaster again,’ the captain said resolutely, ‘check where the hell these files are. They should’ve been here by now.’

The phone on Hunter’s desk rang.

‘Detective Hunter.’ He listened for a few seconds before putting the phone down and facing everyone in the room. Even before he said a word, they all knew.