Blood Crumbs: Chapter 23Mature

    An hour later I was driving back to the precinct with Bishop on the phone as I updated him on my movements.

    “So it’s the definitely the same guy?” He asked.

    “Definitely,” I confirmed. “I’ve got a few more leads to go on and since no one showed up at the crime scene, I’m going to assume this is still ours.”

    “For now it looks that way. The press smells blood in the water, but we’ve managed to keep the link between the two cases off the wire for now.”

    “How long is that going to last?” I mumbled.

    “Probably not long.” He conceded, “And if and when this blows up, it will be big. Weston’s working pretty hard damage control behind the scenes in preparation for when that happens.”

    I swallowed hard. “Any word on his son?”

    There was a short pause on the other end of the line. “He’s still touch and go from what I’ve heard. Is it true that you were there?”

    “It’s not like I watched him do it, but yeah, I was the one who found him.”

    “I’m sorry, Burton,” Bishop said, “Things like this, I mean-“

    “No offense Lieutenant, but I don’t have the time or the energy to psychoanalyze what Isaac did or how it’s going to affect me in the future. For now, I’m fine, and I’ve got this case to keep me busy.”

    “Alright, but if you need, anything.”

    “Perfect because that’s the main reason I called you. I’m going to need access to Landon Turner’s health records, financial statements, and every detail of his arrest and incarceration. I can always hope that people are forthcoming, but…”    

    “I’ll talk with the District Attorney and get warrants for any information you need, just in case.” He finished.

    “Thanks,” I said and signed off.

    I got back to my desk, set a few files on it and then moved quickly to the conference room where Thaton and Gavin awaited me.

    “Looks like we might have something else,” Thaton said excitedly. “I found two people who remember seeing a large silver truck move through the neighborhood three separate times.”

    “You didn’t see it?”

    “Nope, but they said it happened before too many of our people got there. One of the women told me it was suspicious because the guy was just staring at Turner’s house and she had never seen him before. I’ve got both witnesses down with a sketch artist.”

    “Looks like our perp might’ve been too tempted by a chance to admire his handy work.” Gavin said with a smile.

    “Good.” I said walking over to the white board. “In the meantime let’s brainstorm.”

    I used a magnet to attach a photo of Turner to one side of the board and then put Ramirez’s photo on the other. “Turner and Ramirez; what are the connections?”

    “Both spent time in jail.” Thaton suggested.

    “Turner was in Mississippi, Ramirez was in Uspen and it was years apart.” Gavin said.

    “Doesn’t matter.” I said as I scribbled the word ‘jail’ between the two names. “We’re brainstorming all of the similarities no matter how broad or inconsequential.”

    “Both men were minorities.” Gavin said.

    “They were also easy targets in their own way. Turner was older and dying of cancer; Ramirez was nearly catatonic from drug use.” Thaton said.

    The brain storming went on for another forty-five minutes before I capped the marker and gave an approving nod at the work. “Let’s start digging, but remember that if this guy is a serial killer, statistically, Ramirez will be the most important target.”

    “If Ramirez really was our guy’s first victim.” Thaton interjected.
    “True, but without evidence to the contrary, we’re going to have to assume he is. Gavin, when we get Turner’s files, I want you guys to scour them for anyone that might’ve been linked to both cases. It’s a long shot, but there might be something: Family, friends, anybody.”

    “Turner might have plenty of friends but that won’t help since as far as we can tell, Ramirez had none.” Thaton said. “Last I heard, his body was still in Canar’s freezer with no one willing to claim it.”

    “Anyone else feel like this isn’t quite adding up?” Gavin said staring at the white board.

    “What do you mean?” I asked.

    “Well, it’s like our guy is hitting all the right notes of a serial killer but the piano’s off key. Usually with a multiple offender there is a sado-sexual aspect of the crime, but I’m just not seeing it.”

    “There were things about the crime scene that felt, I dunno, robotic.” Thaton agreed.

    I shrugged but they had vocalized a feeling I had as well.

    “Well only one way to find out where this guy is messing up.” I said, “Let’s start digging.”

    I had Thaton follow up with the sketch artist and her potential witnesses while Gavin would go through the Turner files. I intended to spend the day with his health records. It was time to play connect the dots.

The End

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