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 Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:59 pm
"We've found you a specialist. She's the best profiler in the country. She'll be able to figure out what makes this guy tick for you." "Gee thanks. If she can help me catch this guy I'll be thoroughly surprised." "Hey, she's been able to help solve every investigation they put her on, give her the benefit of the doubt." "Well... alright I suppose. I'll give her a chance, if she works, then I'll give her credit where credit is due... let me out here." The man waited until the black van came to a stop to open the sliding side door and step out into the sunlight. Blinking a bit to adjust his vision to the light, he cracked his neck and looked around, searching for his destination. He sighed and decided it was too bright for his tastes so he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of black sunglasses. Slipping them on he smiled lightly as he looked around again, his eyes adjusting much better with the sunglasses on. "Damn light sensitivity... Hurts my eyes to go out during the day..." The man shook his head and stepped forward, heading off the sidewalk and up the stone steps to the building his specialist was in.
The man was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, a black tie with a red Chinese dragon slithering up the front of it. His socks weren't straight black, they instead had a number of colorful stripes going horizontally around the sock. His black shoes were shined impeccably and his hair gelled back into a feathery executive hairdo. His appearance was slightly unorthodox, but the man was an expert at catching criminals. He had never gone after a criminal he couldn't catch. This time, however, was different, his superiors had insisted, even at his disapproval, that he go into the field with a partner that could add something to the case. They had decided to give him a profiler for his partner, someone who could identify and get inside the criminal's mind. He didn't put too much stock in psychology, but from what he heard, the profiler was the best and, like him, she had never left a crime unsolved.
He stepped across the marble floor of the large lobby of the building, up to the security desk and handing his security credentials to the guard there, who checked his computer before handing them back to the man. He stepped into the nearby elevator and pressed the button for the 29th floor. He tapped his foot impatiently as the elevator slowly made its way up, stopping every so often to let people off and on. By the time the elevator got to the 29th floor, there had been about 100 people who went in and out of the elevator. "Note to self: remind me to take the stairs back down." He sighed and stepped from the elevator his shoes now hitting soft carpeting instead of marble. He stepped lightly, as though the floor under h9im might fall if he put all his weight on it, and made his way to the office at the end of the winding hallway. He stopped outside the door to his destination and knocked three times, waiting for a response inside before entering. "Come in, please." The man walked in, to find yet another door blocking his path, with a desk in front of it, and in between the desk and the door, there was a chair, and in the chair there was a thin red headed woman with her face hidden behind her hair as she tilted her head down at the papers on her desk and typed rapidly on a computer, apparently without looking. The man stood and stared at the woman for a few moments before she looked up at him, her long, straight, shiny hair still covering the entire front of her face. Even though the thick waterfall of hair covered her face, the man could almost sense eyes staring at him, and it made him uneasy.
He simply stared, not daring to make the first move, for fear that the woman before him might attack and consume him with her hair. "Do you have an appointment?" A disembodied voice asked, but the man realized it was just the woman in front of him asking. He was about to simply say 'no' but thought better of it and simply said, "FBI Special agent James Gray, I'm here to see..." The woman cut him off before he could finish, holding up a small feminine hand with crimson nail polish on each nail, saying, in a quiet, yet commanding and decidedly feminine voice, "If you don't have an appointment, you will have to make one before seeing her. The next free slot is in fifteen minutes if you would like to make an appointment." The man simply stared for a moment, but decided it would be easier to simply let the woman have her fun and nodded. The woman gestured to one of the large comfortable looking chairs up against the wall of the room. James walked over to one of them and sat down, waiting for someone to come to their senses or the fifteen minutes to roll by, whichever came first was acceptable.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 12:42 pm
Kristina nodded her head to the man across the desk from her, and thanked him for his time, and his sizable donation to her bank account. That was the benefit of working with the CIA - they paid impeccably well, and the various foundations Kristina donated the money to loved them for it, even if they never knew where the money had come from.
Kristina stood and walked from behind her desk, and gestured towards the doorway, inviting "Mr.Smith" to take his leave. Kristina didn't miss the man's last appreciative glance over her body. Kristina was five seven, although she always wore three inch heels in public, so everyone was under the impression she was taller. She was incredibly fit and well toned without being too muscly as a result of her morning runs and daily yoga routine. Kristina was shaped like an hour glass, curvy hips, tiny waist and a good size bust. It had baffled her parents when she turned down every modeling agent that knocked on her door. Kristina had no interest in the pressures of life in front of the camera - she'd rather use her brain than her body to help humanity.
Kristina's long black hair had caused many a girl to turn green with envy, but Kristina always wore it in a slicked back high ponytail. She also wore a pair of black framed glasses that seemed to enhance her blue eyes, rather than hide them, and seemed to somehow accent her full lips. Kristina kept her appearance like she kept everything else - tidy and orderly, with more class and sophistication than most saw in a lifetime. Not bad for a girl raised in a poor French family.
Her office was located on the 29th floor. The view of the city below was spectacular, and was spread out through the wall length window directly behind her desk. The two walls perpendicular were covered part way with shelves of books, while the lower half were covered with filing cabinets. The carpet was plush white, and contrasted nicely with her mahogany desk. Kristina straightened her tight, black knee length skirt, made sure her white blouse was still tucked in and smoothed her hair before pressing the intercom button.
"Nicole," Kristina said with a flawless American accent, "Send in my next appointment, please." Kristina let go of the intercom and was immediately answered by Nicole's voice,"Right away, Kristina."A moment later her heavy wooden doors opened. Kristina took a deep breath and began to analize the man before her. He was tall and walked with an assured confidence. His slicked back dark hair suggested he cared enough about what he looked like to bother slicking it back, and clear skin was either a stroke of good luck, or showed he showered regularily. Kristina was betting on the latter.
The man had a good strong build, which meant he took care of himself and exercised regularily. A field agent for whichever organization he was representing, no doubt. He seemed very polite, slowly entering her space so as not to frighten her, waiting at the door for her to approach him as a sign of respect for her office. Kristina was just deciding whether or not he was hiding his eyes to keep a secret when he seemed to remember he had them on, and silently removed them, revealing stormy grey eyes. His eyes suggested he had a troubled past, but as much as he pretended he kept it to himself, it was right there, as if he dared someone to get close enough to help him deal with it.
Kristina had the sudden impluse to do just that, but stiffled it. 'He's just another client, Kristina. You have to figure out whoever he's after, not him.' All of this passed through her mind within the space of four seconds, before Kristina took two steps forward and extended her perfectly French manicured hand. "Hello, my name is Kristina. What can I do for you, Mr...?" Kristina left the question open ended. She refused to work with clients who wouldn't provide her with their own name and two professional refrences, for security purposes. A girl just couldn't be too careful.
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:30 pm
James looked up when the man exited the office, then closed up the magazine he was reading, waiting for the woman at the desk to tell him he could go in. He waited for another moment or two until he heard the intercom on the woman's desk buzz and heard another woman's voice. He waited until the woman gestured to him and said he could go in to stand up. He set the magazine down on the nearby table and walked to the door, glancing back at the woman for a moment before opening the door and entering the office. With all his training, he should have surveyed the room first, but that wasn't the case, his eyes locked on the woman sitting at the desk in front of him. She was beautiful to say the least and his gaze wandered up and down her body in a way he was positive she was accustomed to. He shook his head lightly and removed his glasses when he remembered he was still wearing them. He looked at her intently, waiting for her to approach him, as it was the polite thing to do. When she extended her hand he took it and replied, politely, "FBI Special Agent James Gray, glad to meet you Kristina." He smiled a friendly smile and shook her hand before she gestured to the chair behind her. James released the handshake and sat down, waiting for Kristina to get settled before continuing. "As you can no doubt guess, I'm here to request your help with a case. I have two professional references here which you can call anytime." He handed her a small card with two names and two phone numbers on it, and was about to continue when she held up a beautifully manicured hand and reached for her phone, apparently she wanted to call the references immediately.
James sat silently as Kristina spoke on the phone, waiting until she had finished both calls before he spoke. "Judging from the fact that I'm still in your office, I'm assuming my references were adequate. Very well then. I'm currently working to track down a serial killer, who has, so far, eluded capture and left nearly no evidence other than the bodies of his victims. My agency has asked that I request your help with the case. I understand you are quite the expert at what you do." James continued to smile lightly, folded his hands and continued speaking, "If you do choose to help, you'll be looking over the evidence we've compiled and creating a profile for our killer. Some of the evidence is quite sensitive, so I trust you can keep things to yourself. So, will you consider helping me?" James continued smiling and waited for her to answer, his gray eyes locking with her clear blue ones.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:11 pm
Kristina allowed her self a small smile. "You haven't presented me with anything I haven't dealt with before, Mr. Gray. I'll assist you in any way I can. You can discuss payment options with my assistant, Nicole, on the way out. In the mean time, do you have any information about the killer with you?"
Kristina returned the refrences' contact information James provided into the manila folder he'd given her and handed it back to him. She absolutely would not allow her desk to become unorganized.
While Kristina waited for James to respond, Kristina opened and booted up her laptop, looking for recent reports of serial killers in both the local and national newspapers. Occasionally her services were called in for international cases, but those were few and far between. As James spoke, Kristina narrowed down her search, While she knew he could provide her with all of the exact account details of the murders, Kristina was interested in knowing what the media had to say. Nine times out of ten, serial killers fed off the media attention and felt compelled to one up themselves. If that was the case, Kristina needed to know how much time she had left before things started getting really gruesome.
"Mr. Gray, I also need to ask that you share every detail with me. I can't get into his head, and figure out how he thinks without knowing everything I can. Any detail could allow me to figure him out that much faster. My main goal is to find him and stop him as quickly as possible. You will not spare me my feelings if he kills another person while I could have stopped him." Kristina locked her gaze with his again to make sure he knew she was being completely serious. "I've done this before, and I want this guy just as dead now as I did the first guy I caught."
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:34 pm
James nodded as she handed him back his contact's information, he opened the folder he had and took out a small stack of papers and a few crime scene photos. He handed the info to her and began explaining the killer's MO, "In my personal opinion, this guy's a real sicko. More so than the usual type. So far, the guy has killed 18 people, maybe more. From what we can tell, he kidnaps his victims, all prostitutes from the look of them, kills them somewhere, probably the same location every time, drains them of their blood, freezes the bodies, then cuts them up into surgically precise pieces, and finally he puts them in highly public places, almost like displaying artwork. Oddly enough, even with the openness and number of people that go through these places, no one has seen anything at all. It's almost like he's invisible."
James sighed and looked through the folder again, looking for anything else he could tell Kristina about this killer. He paused on one particular piece of paper, looking back up to Kristina he said, "Also, he leaves absolutely no evidence whatsoever, no prints, no DNA, not even a shoe-print in the mud. Whatever you can give me on this guy would be amazingly helpful to the case." He handed her the piece of paper he was looking at, then closed up he folder and waited for her reaction. He added one more thing before falling silent again, "We have no leads, no suspects, no witnesses, no evidence other than the bodies we've got in the morgue. We're basically staring at crime scene photos and evidence reports until the light bulb clicks on." He sighed and looked at Kristina, waiting to see if she had anything to say on the matter. "Wow is she beautiful... wonder if she'd allow me to buy her a cup of coffee sometime..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:58 pm
Kristina listened and typed, pulling up different newspaper stories and youtube clips about the killer. He was toying with them, the media. Letting everyone know he could do terrible things in broad daylight, and no one would notice. 'Sick b*****d.' Kristina thought with distaste but didn't let the feeling show on her face.
She glanced over the crime scene photos, sparing only seconds to register her first response to the pictures and filing it away for later. The second time through, she spent more time analysing - first the bodies, and then the area surrounding them.
As Kristina listened to James, something caught in her mind. "Public places, you said?" Kristina adjusted her glasses and tapped her fingers on the keys but didn't actually type anything as she thought aloud. "Is there a chance there are stores anywhere near by? With surveillance? I don't spend a lot of time in that end of town. Or...traffic cameras? Maybe one of the cameras caught something, him in the background, or a strange veichle?"
Kristina was fairly certain - hopeful, even - that someone would have thought of this before, then again, thinking outside the box was what they hired her for. Whoever he was, he wanted to be known, wanted to show that he could blend in with society and commit unspeakable acts unnoticed. A message? Kristina hoped there was something on the cameras that would give them some sort of lead as to who he was, and maybe some sort of background. Until then, it was pure speculation on Kristina's part.
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 2:02 am
James smiled when Kristina made a suggestion and replied, "Yes, we've tried taking a look at all the CCTV cameras we can, traffic, storefront or otherwise. Sadly, we've only been able to come up with the presence of a strange vehicle, but we can't get the license plate and it's not nearly enough to go out on a search for." James pointed to one of the pictures he handed Kristina and continued, "A single ice truck has been seen at all eighteen of the crime scenes, but unfortunately, we can't seem to find anything about it anywhere, no defining features other than the gigantic 'ICE' on the side. We assume he uses the truck to keep his victims cold while transporting them." James retracted his hand and pulled out a small partial map of the city, with large red dots indicating where he placed the bodies. Eighteen in total, there was no discernible pattern to the placement.
James sighed and said, plainly, "he chose places with the least amount of security that are a major public thoroughfare. He's very careful, we can't seem to catch him on camera at all... I hate to say it, but we're pretty much at a standstill until he makes his next move." He sat back in the chair and waited for Kristina's response. He had only been in her office for a few minutes, and already he could tell she was very good at what she did. Her suggestion was one of the first things the FBI tried when they were first turned to the case. She could have worked for them, but he could definitely see the perks of staying freelance.
A moment later, however, James' phone rang and he immediately picked it up, "Yes sir. Alright. Yes, I'll be there directly. Thank you sir. Good bye." James ended the call and looked at Kristina, his face grim, and said, "They've found another body, same MO. It might be helpful if you got a look at the crime scene directly... If you're up for it, that is." James wasn't sure how she would feel about going out to a crime scene just to see a chopped up body. There was probably going to be even less evidence at this one than the last, and since he left no trace at any crime scene, that was saying something.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:23 am
Kristina drummed her fingers on the keys again. "I hope they're beefing up the video survelliance in the places they're finding bodies. Leaves him less places to go. Speaking of which..." Kristina pulled the map with the red dots closer to her and examined it. "It doesn't look as though he's straying from the city...you should have your team make a list of all the public places with minimal security, any place that might be close enough for an ice truck."
Just then, James's phone rang. Kristina looked at all the missing persons cases in the city within the last 2-3 years. According to the report, the first victim showed up chopped into pieces in a drained out hotel pool two years ago in July. There were thousands of cases, and it was impossible to narrow them down without more information about the victims. Kristina made a mental note to ask James about what information they had on the victims when he finished with his phone call.
Kristina matched his grim expression while she listened to him speak. Before he had finished, Kristina stood and nodded, removing her purse from the drawer. "Let's go then." Kristina led James out the door after powering down her computer and making sure her desk was locked. "Nicole, cancel all of my remaining appointments for the day, and reschedule for tomorrow. You can take the rest of the day off." Kristina locked her office and headed out into the hallway.
A while later, they reached the parking garage. "Your car or mine?" Kristina asked, and followed James as he started in the direction of his car, stiffling a smile. James led them to a four door black sedan, unlocking the doors as they neared. The typical FBI-style car had Kristina wishing for her own car, although she knew this one would do just fine. Kristina also knew she could count on heated leather seats, which would be a welcome addition in the brisque weather.
As James started the car, the seats heated up and the police scanner came to life as James slapped his lights on the roof. Kristina was grateful for the lack of music. She tended to have trouble thinking with music demanding her attention in the back ground. Kristina noticed James was slightly irritated, and remembered her question from before. "What do we know about the victims? I noticed they're all female, is there anything else to tie them to each other? I just need something...to help me figure out why he's doing this."
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:58 am
James sighed and quickly turned down a side street, taking a shortcut to the crime scene. He spoke to Kristina, answering her many questions, "As far as we can tell, they're all prostitutes from the same general area of the city. They may know each other, but it's difficult enough for cops to get close enough to ask questions, let alone federal agents. We're working a few angles with some of the folks in vice down at the station, but so far we've come up with nothing." James came back out onto the main road and got cut off by a car in front of him. He swerved around the car and kept going, not even bothering to mention it. He continued speaking as he weaved in and out of traffic, "We've been isolating places that he could dump the bodies, but so far we haven't been lucky at guessing where he targets next. Hopefully this one will shed some new light on things."
James turned the car around a corner and slowed to a stop just outside the crime scene. He unlocked the doors, shut off the car and got out, waiting for Kristina to do the same before locking the car again. He walked up to the crime scene tape and was stopped by a thin, lanky cop. James held up his badge and gestured to Kristina, saying, "FBI investigators, what do we have here?" The cop lifted the crime scene tape, and let both of them pass, glancing at Kristina before saying, "The detectives and forensics are all over there by the body, they can explain everything. It's... pretty gruesome." James nodded and headed towards the group of people standing around an in ground pool.
The crime scene was a public place, a small motel on a main street, the lowered pool area was visible from the street normally, but a group of police vans and cars obscured it from view. James approached one of the investigators and was about to ask him a question when he saw what was in the pool. The pool had been drained of water, and in the deep end of it, was thee body of the nineteenth victim. She had been cut up into identically symmetrical pieces just like normal, however, there was something off. James didn't notice it at first, but quickly saw what it was; one of the legs had the flesh completely flayed off at the hip joint. There was just clean bone there now, while the rest of the body was exactly like every other kill; symmetrical, surgical precise cuts at the joints. But that wasn't the only thing that was wrong; there was no head to this corpse, unlike all the rest. The lack of a head would make identifying the body slightly more difficult, but it was possible with DNA and fingerprints. James turned to Kristina and said, plainly, "Well, confirmed victim number nineteen. Should we go down and say hello?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 3:36 pm
Kristina made a note on her pad of paper about the prostitutes. Unfortunately, chosing prostitutes for victims is the easiest way for a serial killer to avoid being caught. Prostitutes are hardly ever reported missing, and if they are, it's nearly impossible to get all of the correct information on the missing person - and what's worse? A lot of the police force couldn't be bothered with missing prostitutes. As far as they're concerned, the women made their choice, now they have to live with the consequences. The thought made Kristina sick.
"You should also probably have the FBI keep an eye on the well known 'corners'. This guy seems to be about publicity, so I don't think the well known areas would scare him away. Ask around, if you can - see if there's anyone the girls think is suspicious. If he's been hitting the same group, someone's bound to notice when every girl that goes home with this guy never comes back."
Kristina made a note of the motel's location on her pad of paper as well before getting out of the car. The place was crawling with reporters and police officers. While James talked to the cop in charge, Kristina surveyed the crowd, looking for anyone who seemed over-eager or gleeful as opposed to just curious or mortified. Kristina had once caught a serial killer because he got off on the buzz of activity he created and the fear in the witnesses eyes. He would hang around the area until the sirens sounded, and then hurry to the scene to watch. Kristina pushed the thought away just in time to meet the cops glance with a steady glare. With a nod from James, they ducked under the yellow tape and made their way to the crime scene.
The body parts had been placed in the deep end of the motel's drained out pool. Kristina made notes in her notebook - the body had been chopped up at the joints as usual, but Kristina noted the differences as well. This poor girl had done something to deserve the flesh being flayed off her hip. Kristina hoped that had happened post-mortem. She also made a note of the missing head. Kristina nodded to James and used the steps in the shallow end to get into the pool, and then carefully made her way down the slope into the deep end. Three inch heels were not made for this sort of work, and it wouldn't do to slip and fall and go crashing into the body. The trek took a little longer than it should have, and earned her a snort from one of the female police officers. Not for the first time, Kristina made a mental note to buy a pair of sneakers for this sort of thing.
Kristina looked at the victim and thought aloud; "What makes her different? Is he slipping, or is this a clue? Is number nineteen special to him? Could he be sending a message by removing her head and causing harm to her hip?" She made note of her questions as she spoke and left room for any answer someone cared to provide.
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:24 pm
James listened to Kristina as he looked the body over, thinking about what she said. While it was true that the woman may have done something to deserve this different treatment, a thought popped into James' mind, a thought that was voiced by one of the forensics, an odd man, but an expert on all things death related, "He's experimenting. He's lost his interest in his previous style of killing them. He's searching for inspiration as to what he's going to do next." Everyone blinked and stared at the forensic guy for a moment before brushing it off; he always had keen insights into the minds of killers, most of the time his guesses were right on target. James nodded to him and spoke to Kristina, "He's most likely correct, everything about the body is surgically precise; if she had done something it wouldn't be as clean cut, there would be emotion in the cuts he made. Detectives, from now on, if she gives you a suggestion, I 'suggest' you listen. Step up patrols in all public areas with minimal security, ask around the public corners, talk to the girls in vice, see what they can tell you. We need more information on this guy." James studied the body, searching for something anything that could be considered a clue. There was nothing, the guy was still as clean as ever. Sighing, James turned to the forensics and said, "Alright, clean this up, make double sure you get everything that can be qualified as evidence. I don't care if you have to dig up the tile at the bottom of the pool, if there's evidence, we need it." The forensics nodded and moved to collect the remains and any samples of the surrounding area they could get. James turned to the police and ordered them to collect possible witnesses, and to see who was in the motel the night before. With everyone set to work, James headed out of the pool with Kristina. He walked with her to the edge of the crime scene and asked, "Well, want to discuss preliminary findings over coffee? I know a decent place to eat around here." He tilted his glasses up and looked at her, smiling and waiting for her answer.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:58 pm
Kristina looked at the forensics agent who had spoken and gave him a very brief once-over. 'I guess when you've been around so much death, you start to get a handle on it. Especially if he's been around since day one.' Kirstina thought.
As James spoke, Kristina mulled the facts over in her head. This killer was obviously looking for someone's attention, but after eighteen - nineteen - kills, whose attention didn't he have? Or now that he has this persons attention, he's changing his MO? Kristina was still fairly certain the killer was attempting to send a message, but what was the message, and who was he trying to send it to? Kristina was still thinking things over and turning facts around in her mind as she followed James out of the pool and walked to the edge of the crime scene. It took her a moment to realize James had spoken, and she had to take a second to rewind to figure out what he had said.
Kristina eyed him for a moment, trying to size up his intentions. "Alright," she answered slowly, "the cafiene and food will help us think." Kristina was justifying it to herself. She didn't date. Not that there weren't a line up of men outside her door who were willing to do just about anything to get her to change her mind, she just didn't want to go out with a man who was only interested in her body, or her bank account, or both. Kristina followed James back to his car. Once they were both inside and pulling away, Kristina said "I'd also like a full back ground check on that forensics guy. The one who suggested the killer is expirementing. Maybe he's just been around for every murder this guy's done, or just seen too much death, but I want to be sure that's the only reason he could suggest something like that."
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:42 pm
James smiled and replied, while driving down the main street, "Oh, him? Yeah, we've already done a standard background check on him, but we can afford to step it up I suppose. He's an odd duck, but he's a decent guy." As he turned the car onto a street, slowing to a stop outside a small café, James unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, waiting for Kristina before heading inside. Sitting down at a table, across from Kristina, James ordered coffee and a burger. He waited for Kristina to place her order before asking her a question, "So, any theories?" When the food arrived, he took a bite of the burger and washed it down with some coffee and said, "I have one idea actually. Now, what if, this guy is doing this to get someone's attention. Now, he's trying to get this person's attention by killing all these people. But who wouldn't pay attention to this? I'd say, if we can narrow down why he's doing this, we can narrow down who he is." James smiled and took another bite of his burger, waiting for her to respond. Despite the dead body earlier, he was enjoying his time with Kristina.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 2:28 pm
Kristina sipped her lemonade before biting into her chicken ceasar wrap. She chewed thoughtfully. "I agree with you - mostly. This guy is definitely trying to get someone's attention, and most certainly by killing people. I'd bet my bank account balance by now the person he's targeting knows at least of the murders, if not that they're the person being targeted."
Kristina paused to take another sip of her lemonade. "I think if we can narrow down WHO he's targeting, we'll be able to speak to that person and get a much clearer idea of why this is happening. But of course, as soon as we have an idea of why, we'll figure out who eventually. The shitty thing is, it goes both ways."
She stopped and took another bite of her wrap, watching James as he muled her idea over. Kristina liked to watch him think, and she could tell he was seriously considering her opinion. Kristina decided that she liked the fact that she didn't have to work hard like she did with other male clients to insure they trusted her opinion. Taking another sip of her lemonade, Kristina looked at James. "I think it's safe to say that whatever happened, it has to do with a female figure in the Unsub's life. Either a mother, a sister, or an aunt...mostly because all of the victims were female. I'm thinking they made him feel like a piece of meat, or somehow less of a man, judging by his compulsive need to cut the women into perfect pieces, and now the missing head...maybe he felt invisible...Damn." Kristina set aside her glass and looked away. "We just don't know enough about him yet."
Kristina sighed, regained her composure and looked back to James. "Perhaps the missing head and the thigh show he's slipping. He's getting more and more desperate for this person to notice him. I don't want to have to wait to see what he does next to get recognized."
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 12:46 pm
James simply blinked as Kristina spoke, burger frozen halfway to his mouth as he was about to take another bite. He set his burger down when she finished speaking. He nodded and said, "Your deductions seem correct, but I will have to disagree with the slipping part. I think he isn't slipping, he's more like... looking for inspiration." James took a sip of his drink and set it back down on the table, continuing with what he was saying, "It's as though he's lost his motivation, like just killing them in the normal way he does it isn't enough, he wants there to be more. Something interesting, something new. doing that to the leg shows that he's experimenting with what he does." James sighed and took another bite of his food. He looked at Kristina, watching her think his opinion over. He liked that she seemed to give any idea at least a chance to prove correct. Se considered every idea that came her way, whether they were slightly outlandish or not. He sighed again and said, "You're right though... we just don't know enough about him. We know everything there is to know about the killings, but the person who's doing this is virtually unknown to us." James figured they would need a miracle to figure out more without even having a suspect. He took another bite from his burger and sipped his drink, waiting for Kristina's reaction to his statement.
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