The Night Stalker

Forty-Seven

Everyone held their breaths. Captain Blake was the first to slash the silence.

‘How old was the first victim?’

‘Laura Mitchell was thirty,’ Garcia replied.

‘And when did she go missing?’

Garcia looked at Hunter.

‘She was reported missing fifteen days ago,’ he replied.

Captain Blake closed her eyes for an instant. ‘Fantastic,’ she said, ‘so we’re dealing with some psycho killer who’s after pretty, brunette, 30-year-old painters, and has a hard-on for stitching their bodies shut?’

Hunter didn’t reply.

‘Are there any more brunette 30-year-old painters who are missing?’

‘I searched all the way back to ten weeks, Captain, Laura Mitchell and Kelly Jensen were the only two.’

The captain’s gaze returned to the body on the table. ‘Well, that’s something I guess.’ She turned to face Hunter and Garcia. ‘We’ll talk about this back at PC. What do we have here, Doc?’ she asked Doctor Hove.

The doctor stepped a little closer to the autopsy table.

‘Well, just like the first victim, the stitches the killer applied to his second one were amateurish, to say the least.’ The doctor pointed to Kelly Jensen’s mouth. ‘Actually, they were more like knots than anything else. Ten in total, five to each body part.’

‘Same as the first one,’ Hunter confirmed.

Doctor Hove nodded.

‘So you’re saying we shouldn’t be looking for anyone with medical knowledge?’ the captain asked.

‘If he has any, he didn’t show it here. The thread used is also very thick. What in medical suture we call a number six or seven. Thread sizes are identified by the United States Pharmacopeia,’ she explained. ‘Seven is the thickest. In comparison, a size four thread is roughly the diameter of a tennis racquet string. The thread used here will be going to the lab for proper analysis today, but there’s no doubt he used some sort of nylon.’ Doctor Hove turned and retrieved a folder from behind her. ‘Her organs were healthy, but dehydrated. They also showed symptoms of mild malnutrition.’

The captain shifted on her feet. ‘The killer starved her?’

‘Possibly, but not for long. The symptoms are consistent with one, maybe two days of starvation at the most. She was deprived of food and water either on the day or the day before she died.’ She lifted her right hand in a wait gesture. ‘Before any of you raise this point, the stitches to her mouth were brand new, probably inflicted just hours before she died. That wasn’t the reason why she’d had no food or water.’

‘Any guesses?’ Captain Blake asked as her eyebrows arched.

Doctor Hove tucked her dark hair behind her ears. ‘There could be any number of reasons. Some sort of ritual on the killer’s part, the victim herself refusing to eat as an act of defiance or because she felt sick, or angry, or anything. .’ She shrugged almost imperceptibly.

‘Did you find any sort of marks at all on her body, Doc?’ Hunter took over.

The doctor’s face morphed as if Hunter had asked the million-dollar question.

‘Now here is where it starts to get interesting.’ She took a step to her right and allowed her eyes to refocus on Kelly Jensen’s ghostly white face. ‘I couldn’t find a single scratch on her.’

Captain Blake looked puzzled. ‘Nothing?’

‘Nothing,’ Doctor Hove confirmed. ‘As we said earlier, her wrists and ankles are totally free from marks and abrasions. We know she wasn’t restrained to that table in the kitchen basement of the preschool. But I can’t find anything that suggests she was restrained at all during the time she was held captive either.’ The doctor paused. ‘My examination of the inside of her mouth and the skin around it also showed no evidence that she was gagged.’

‘Which means the killer wasn’t concerned with the victim making any sort of noise,’ Garcia noted.

Doctor Hove nodded. ‘She was either drugged up to her eyeballs, or locked inside a very secure and soundproofed room, or both. Toxicology results will take a few days.’

‘Needle marks?’ Hunter asked.

‘Not even a little nick. Except for the tiny scrapes to her palms and knees, which I’m pretty sure she got when she fell to the floor, she doesn’t have a scratch on her. Take away the stitches, and there’s not a shred of evidence the killer ever touched her.’

Everyone went silent for a moment.

Hunter thought back to how long he’d spent going over every inch of the crime-scene pictures of Laura Mitchell. Just like Kelly Jensen, she didn’t have a scrape on her.

Hunter’s attention shifted to Kelly’s hands and his brow furrowed. Every one of her nails had been filed, witch-style. As pointy and as sharp as possible.

‘Did you find anything under her nails, Doc? Why are they so. . claw-like?’

‘Good spot, Robert,’ the doctor agreed. ‘And the answer is — I’m not sure why. But I did find something under them, yes — some sort of dark copper-colored dust. It could be clay or brick dust, maybe even dry dirt. Again, we’ll need to wait for the lab results to be sure.’

Hunter bent down and examined Jensen’s hands more closely.

‘I’ll put an urgent tag with anything related to this case that gets sent to the lab,’ the doctor reassured them. ‘Hopefully we’ll start getting results in a day or two. But unfortunately, due to the severity of her internal injuries and the amount of blood that was discharged, we won’t be able to establish with any certainty if she was raped or not. If there was any trace of it, it’s been washed away by her own blood.’

The entire room seemed to tense with those words.

Doctor Hove walked over to the metal counter and retrieved something from a plastic tray. ‘Now this is the cause of it all, and it’s as grotesque as it’s ingenious,’ she said, returning to the autopsy table. The strange metallic object she was holding was about eight inches long, a quarter-inch wide and two inches deep. At first glance it looked like several long and narrow slices of metal stacked up on top of each other like a deck of cards.

There were curious looks all round.

‘This is what the killer placed inside her,’ the doctor said, her voice a touch sadder than before.

The curious looks turned into confused frowns.

‘What?’ Captain Blake spoke first. ‘I don’t know what that is, Doc, but it sure as hell isn’t what we saw through that X-ray machine of yours.’

‘Not in this state, no,’ the doctor agreed.

‘And what in God’s creation does that mean?’

Doctor Hove moved back to the other side of the autopsy table, putting some distance between herself and the other three.

‘What this is, is a weapon like I’ve never seen before. Here we have a stack of twelve quarter-inch-wide razor blades held together by a very strong and potent spring mechanism. These blades are laser sharp. And when I say laser sharp, I mean a Samurai sword cuts like a baseball bat when compared to these.’

Hunter rubbed his eyes and shifted uncomfortably.

‘I don’t get it,’ Garcia said, shaking his head. ‘As the captain said, that isn’t what we saw. So what did you mean when you said not in this state, Doc?’

‘You obviously remember what we saw inside her body when we used the X-ray machine, right?’ Doctor Hove clarified. ‘Big, triangular shape with a rounded base? Something like a large protractor?’ She didn’t wait for a reply. ‘OK, how do you suppose the killer managed to get that inside her? You’ll have to agree that its rounded base was way too wide for it to be simply inserted into her body.’

Hunter let out a deep, heavy breath, his eyes back on the object in the doctor’s hands. ‘Some sort of spreading knife.’

Captain Blake’s attention swung to Hunter. ‘Some sort of what?’

‘That’s exactly it,’ the doctor confirmed, showing everyone the long and thin metal object again. ‘In this closed format, the killer would’ve had no problems inserting this thing into her before sewing her shut.’

The shiver Garcia had fought off as he entered the building returned, and this time he was powerless against it.

‘Once inside,’ the doctor continued, ‘this happened.’ She held the object by one of its tips using only her thumb and index finger. With her other hand’s forefinger she clicked an almost invisible button at the top of it.

WHACK.