“Elusive”
Issue #2
‘Interstate Killer’ – Part Two
By Charley Biggs
Tie
loosened, and sleeves rolled up, it was not even noon, but Jim Thornton and
Smith were both deep into the information from the Reno killing. Papers were scattered everywhere on the
conference room table, laid out in a complex ordering as they tried to
compartmentalize the information.
Reaching for a cup of coffee, it was Smith that spoke, Jim bent over a
report taking notes.
“Thorney,
these reports are two weeks old”
“Yep”
“That’s
a problem…”
“Yeah,
big one. Anyone tell Gomez yet?”
Smith
was about to speak when a voice sounded from the door, “Tell me what?”
Both
men looked up from the table, and Jim started looking around for his coffee
mug, which had migrated across the conference room table over the course of the
morning. Though as he walked over to it,
he shrugged, “The Reno killing was delayed reporting. However, we aren’t sure why they sat on it”
Smith
cringed, taking a seat, and held his peace.
“What?! How delayed?”, Gomez asked, entering the
conference room to stand over Smith’s shoulder, fingering the corner of a
report to read the date closer. Frowning
with disgust, she threw up her hands, “Ugh!
Great! Are we sure this one is
even related?”
Jim
had a mouthful of coffee when this question was asked, and so it was Smith to
the rescue, “Yes. Same round, same
profile…the delay might have been that they discovered the body days after the
actual shooting, however, we can’t be certain, the site of the shooting was out
in the middle of nowhere almost to Fernley”
“Gomez,
you know how it is…”, Jim said from across the room, then he tipped his cup
toward her, “Looking very nice today…I take it you’re trying to sell Valentine
on a road trip?”
Wearing
a business suit and a white blouse and a pair of patent heels, Maria was very
nicely dressed, and had even gone above and beyond with her makeup beyond the
usual light touch ups. She colored
slightly and pursed her lips before she rested her hands on her hips, “It can’t
hurt, Jim. You got anything I can use as
ammo?”
“Yeah”,
Jim told her, setting the coffee mug down, “Don’t sell her on Reno, it’s a
pointless trip. We need to go back to
Fort Wayne…”
“..and
Utica?”
Smith
piped up, raising a finger, “Actually, that one doesn’t fit the profile. I’ll know for certain by the end of the day,
but I believe that was a false alarm”
“Okay,
so basically we are hinging this thing on Fort Wayne, the location with the
least evidence”
Jim
raised a hand, hanging his head and shaking it, “Not quite…maybe no physical
evidence, but it’s the break in the pattern…”
“Motive
too…it might have been a hometime location”, Smith added.
“Okay,
but what about the brokers?”
Jim
ripped a piece of paper off of a notepad, walking it to Gomez, “We need these
items listed on a warrant to search their records. They are being stubborn, and we need that
info to be sure”
Taking
the list, Maria shook her head, “Jim, we can’t issue that many warrants at
once”
“Actually,
there are a few precedents”, Smith said, and then he picked up his own steno
pad and handed the whole thing to her, “Use that. They can’t argue the logic, it’s sound. Thorney is right, we need that information,
or our killer will remain at large without a way to track them”
“Trucks
these days have GPS, but the companies they work for, even temporarily, keep
those records close to the chest. Hell,
if the shooter is using a permanent gps tag, we might be able to nail them the
next time they deviate.”
“Molly
Johns…”, Gomez said slowly, looking between the two men.
“For
now, nothing on her. She wasn’t out west
for Reno, however, she is still a possible witness. We’re still working it. If we pull her off the highway, we have to be
sure”
“Smith’s
right, she’s a bit of a flight risk, and we can’t detain her if we don’t have a
damn good reason. I’m not so sure the
broker didn’t tell her anyway. We will
find out”
“But
what about our new theory?”, Gomez crossed her arms, and both men hid grins,
Jim hiding his face behind his coffee mug as Gomez smirked, “Grow up boys…”,
though she wasn’t serious, “Are we truly sure that this looks like a grudge?”
“Absolutely”,
Smith got out of his chair and walked around to the white board they had been
using, on it were listed characteristics, one was a list of characteristics for
a grudge killing, and that was what he pointed to, “The targets. We should have picked up on this sooner, but
it went right by us. Even for someone
with a psychological fixation, this is really really specific. If I didn’t know any better, I would say our
list of victims are actually unwitting wrong
targets”
“Wrong
targets? You mean you think the killer
is looking for someone specific and these guys look close enough?”, Maria
asked.
Nodding,
Smith glanced at Jim, whom sat down in a chair and gave him a signal to
continue, then he turned back to Gomez, “That’s just the thing, these young men
all look similar. From a distance? Identical.
It’s possible that the actual target
knows who the shooter is and would recognize them if they were in sight. Thus the use of a rifle like the
three-oh-eight...the shooter probably goes and checks to see if it was the
right target…”
“This
is the weirdest explanation you could ever hope to come up with, Smith. It makes no sense…”
“Crimes
of passion rarely do, Maria”, Jim took a sip of coffee, one ankle propped on
his knee, “This person…they are pissed off, obsessive, careful, but not too
precise. They leave shell casings, but
like a good hunter, cover their tracks.
They know what their target looks like from afar, but not up close,
almost like a blind date gone awry. This
whole thing is weird…but it’s only a theory.
Our killer could just have an obsession with young blonde haired men. Our killer could have the strangest timing
ever and just dislike truck drivers, but like a shitty lottery, only finds
blonde haired young men…”
“Or
aliens could be speaking directly into the head of our killer, blah blah and so
much and so forth”, Maria finished, “Jim, I know where you’re going with
this. But we need something sound”
“For
the moment, the psycho theory isn’t fitting the psycho profile…not with how
specific it is”, Smith pointed out, “It was Thorney that saw through it”
Taking
in a shaky breath, Maria shook her head, “I’m not playing the odds this early
in the day guys”, letting her arms fall to her sides, she shook her head, “We
are just going to have to keep looking for better reasons…a scorned lover is
just too far fetched for my mind”, with that she turned on a heel and left the
conference room.
“I
thought it was good”, Smith muttered.
“Not
political good though…we aren’t fighting with logic. We are fighting with politics”, then Jim
pointed, “Hand me that report the body…let’s go over what we saw again…”
***
Later
that evening, all three Deputies were still in the office, the two men
identically dressed down as they had been, and Gomez sans her coat, sleeves
rolled to her elbows, and padding about in her stockings as she wrote on the
board. Jim was staying sitting now, a
cold cup of coffee at his hand as he was looking over photos from the scene in
Fort Wayne, Indiana. Smith was standing,
bent over the table, reading off a list of characteristics from his notes as
Gomez transposed them onto the white board.
Finally,
as the other two completed, their list, Thornton looked up, and shook his head,
“This still doesn’t look like a psychopath, however, I’m inclined to agree with
Gomez that we need more than circumstantial evidence and a vague psych
profile…ideas?”
Gomez
stiffly moved to sit in a chair and propped her feet up on the table, her hands
toying with the marker as she considered it.
But it was Smith that looked up and spoke, “Depends on what we can get
ahold of…any news on those warrants?”, he asked Gomez.
“Not
yet, but be prepared it could take weeks…in the meantime, we’re going to need
to go take a look at Fort Wayne again.
Turns out the sketch didn’t reveal a face…but we do have a new piece of
info”
Jim
leaned forward, and pushed a piece of paper with a sketch on it that was paper
clipped to a transcript of the description, Smith took it and read through it,
then looked between the two senior Deputies, “So we are certain it’s a woman?”
“Or
something shaped like one”, this from Jim, whom was grinning into his coffee
mug.
“Shut
up and be serious!”, Gomez giggled, chucking the marker at Thornton, making him
almost choke on his coffee, banging his chest with a fist to get air back into
his lungs as all three of them laughed.
Finally,
as the levity died down, Gomez raised her hands, “Alright, Smith, go home. Jim, let’s pack all this up. We’re going to hit the road and go stay in
Fort Wayne”
Smith
grabbed his coat and readied to leave, and Jim stood up, “Let’s take Smith with
us…he could use a chance to get out of the office, besides, I think we have
another case coming down”
Gomez
grimaced, “I was going to talk to you about that later…”
Smith
raised his hands, “How about I just go for the night and you catch me in the
morning?”, he asked, bleary eyed, and uncomfortable imposing on the two longtime
partners. As he watched the silent
exchange go on between Thornton and Gomez, he started backing out of the room.
“Smith,
do me a favor and start packing”, Jim said, and then he nodded to the door to
step out into the nearly deserted bull pen where they could talk.
Gomez
stood and lightly padded out behind her old partner, and met him at their desks
where he was perched on the edge of his, coffee mug cradled in his right
hand. Crossing her arms, she stood,
resting her right foot over her left, “Jim, I was going to talk it out after
Smith left…”
“Thin
walls, Maria…besides, we can’t sit on only one case, and we both knew that”, he
pointed out, taking a sip of cold coffee.
Hanging
her head, she nodded, “I know…”, then she raised her eyes to meet his, “We can
go over it in the morning. Smith would
better serve us here”
“Smith
needs time out in the field or his career is going to tank. We are up for desk jobs soon…or at least I
know you are, he needs a chance…”, trailing off he shrugged.
“…and
you aren’t feeling up to par…are you?”
Jim
rolled his shoulders with a frown, looking away as he spoke, “Just not getting
any younger”
At
this, Maria planted her feet and rested a hand on his shoulder, “You can’t be
the ‘Wildman’ forever, Jim. I know how
you feel though…”, she let her hand fall away before running both hands through
her hair, looking at the ceiling, “I’m almost forty…it’s getting harder to keep
up. That desk job can’t get here fast
enough!”
“Tell
me about it…”, Jim agreed, “I’m not far behind you…and I’ve been told that as
long as I keep my nose clean, I’m up for Quincy’s old desk”
Gomez
blinked, “Seriously? You’d stay here?”,
she asked, trying to hide her excitement.
Looking
at her with a hard grin, he nodded, “That’s the plan…hence why I’m pushing hard
to mentor Smith. He needs the exposure”,
then he gestured, “Bullshit aside though, what’s this new case?”
“Human
trafficking”, Gomez said hesitantly.
“That’s
FBI territory…”, then Jim’s jaw dropped, “SHIT!”
Looking
around suddenly, hands up, Maria glared at Jim, “Keep your voice down!”, then
she let her hands drop, “Yeah...I know.
I had lunch with her today”
“You
didn’t shoot her?”
“No…I
did not shoot her. But she did ask about
you”
“Tell
her I was dead?”
Gomez
grinned evilly, “I told her you missed her”
Jim
took on a sour look, muttering out of the side of his mouth comically, “Bitch!”
Shoving
him playfully, Gomez nodded back to the conference room, “I’ll fill you in,
your turn to drive me home anyhow, let’s get Smith out of here so we can call
it a night”
“You’re
the boss”
***
The
parking garage that was attached to the apartment building Gomez lived in was
well lit, and quiet, save for the rumbling of a 460 ci V-8 as Jim’s old
Plymouth Fury cruised it’s way through to find a nearby guest spot. When the car stopped, Maria looked over at
her partner, the back of her hand rested against his bicep, “Jim, why don’t you
come in?”, she offered quietly, knowing that he was always hesitant to invade
her space.
As
per the usual, Jim shook his head, but she tapped his bicep again with the back
of her hand, and he looked her in the eye, looking harassed and indecisive.
“Jim…I
go to your place all the time. Besides, we
can talk over our case load…have a drink?”, she offered. Jim was starting to lean towards telling her
to ‘go on and he’d take her up another time’, but Maria wasn’t having it. Reaching across him, she turned the key,
shutting the engine off, and pulled his keys out, palming them, “Jim, I’m
taking you hostage. Stop being weird,
we’ve been partners for seven years, come on…”, and with that, she stepped out
with a clatter of heels and left him sitting there.
Irritably,
Jim reached over and locked the other door, then locked his own as he got out
so that he could follow. Making the
elevator just in time, he glanced over at her, “You really know how to piss
people off, you know that?”
Grinning
triumphantly, Maria bounced on her toes as she waited for her floor, “Well…you
do make it very easy”
Jim
just snorted and shoved his hands in his pockets, avoiding her for the
moment. He had always kept his distance,
he liked his house because it was bland, he didn’t have to be open to everyone
to be able to host, it was a good neutral ground. If he wanted something private, he kept it
locked. Of course, when it came to
Maria, he trusted her…but there were some parts of his relationship with her he
rather liked keeping in his head.
As
they reached her floor, Maria stepped forward and led the way, fishing out her
keys and letting herself in, leaving the door open for Jim to follow. Not sure what to expect, Jim had a pleasant
surprise as he entered a space that was neatly organized, sparse, and void of
decoration save for a wall for her awards, Maria’s apartment was much like her
desk…and like his house.
Maria
noticed Jim’s look, and chuckled, waving a hand to it, “If I spent more time
here, I’d decorate, but as you so aptly reminded me when we met, we live our
work…”, setting her purse down, and emptying her holster and badge out, and
even removing her ankle holster, she laid everything neatly on the counter in
the kitchen, and then pointed to a bar she had set up across the room, “Make
yourself a drink, and pour me one…I’m going to change”, and with that, Jim was
left standing alone in her living room.
Taking
his suit coat off, but leaving his shoulder holster on, he walked over to the
front door to turn the deadbolt out of habit, then he walked to the bar,
folding his coat neatly over the back of one of the stools before walking behind
the bar to search through what she had.
Not quite as wide a selection as he kept, Maria had a few gems among her
liquor, and it wasn’t long before he had selected a single malt, and two
glasses, and was searching for ice.
Surprised to find whiskey stones instead, he put two each in the glasses
and poured two fingers of scotch for each of them, taking both glasses in hand,
he was about to rest them on the bar
when Maria rejoined him, dressed down comfortably in a black sports bra and
matching sweatpants, her hair pulled back into a loose pony tail.
Accepting
her glass, Maria, took the other stool whilst Jim took a seat behind the
bar. “So…talk to me about the case we
have now. Valentine had a lot to say it
seems”, Jim began.
After
a sip of scotch, Maria nodded, “A lot is about the sum of it. The Director is getting pressure from the FBI
to hand this case over completely”
Swirling
his glass for a moment, Jim shook his head, “No chance of a joint operation?”
“Not
a chance…this case is quiet now, but that’s not going to last too much
longer. Truckers talk…”
“But
not to us. We’ve got to get through to
those brokers…”
“There’s
hope that the judge will act fast…hope, but no guarantee”, sighing, she sat her
glass down, resting her face in her hands, “Jim, I’m out of ideas…this case
makes no sense to me…the killer is faceless.
This is so…odd”
“Tell
me about it”, though Jim took a sip and considered it for a long time, and they
sat in silence. After a long pause, Jim
finally spoke, slowly and thoughtfully as he stared at Maria, “If it is a crime
of passion, perhaps the killer snapped…now I know it’s nothing to go on, however,
all of the men look similar; like the killer is seeking an individual, or
trying to stamp out the memory of an individual. A psycho with a vendetta…am I making sense?”
“You
are”, Maria said, sitting up, though she held her free hand palm up, using her
bare feet to grip the rung on the stool and shift her weight, “However…we need
a way to find the pattern”
“Fort
Wayne. Fort Wayne is not a popular spot
save for Intermodals and some dry freight places according to Smith, and it’s
off the pattern. I’m thinking she went
home…we need to look at people taking home time in Fort Wayne. It’s our best option”
“Molly
Johns?”
“For
now, our best suspect, but she’s looking like she won’t be viable…Reno was not
hers, she was nowhere near it…as far as we know”
“Could
she take a detour?”
“Not
easily…but then again, if she knew how, she could disable the GPS…but we still
need the brokers”
“Jim,
we might not get them…”
Thornton
held up a hand, “If we don’t, and this is what I reminded Valentine before you
talked with her, then we will be waiting for the sloppy kill…and so far, it’s
not looking good. We can’t launch a
manhunt for a faceless individual”
“I
told her that, but that’s not the issue, the FBI can get access easier than we
can, and they are gaining more traction every day we don’t make progress. We’re going to end up handing it off…”
“Not
yet…I have a few thoughts, but I need to wait until we get to Fort Wayne…”
“Not
going to tell me?”
“Not
until I’m sure it’s viable, no”, Jim told her, taking another sip.
Twisting
her lips in a frown, Maria eyed him for a long time, and then gestured for him
to come around to her side of the bar.
After he did, looking a little confused, she reached a hand out,
stopping halfway, “Does it…does it hurt still?”, she asked softly.
Jim
winced at the question, and shook his head, “Nah…don’t feel a thing”, he
lied. Maria saw through it, and Jim could
see she knew he was lying.
“Can
I see?”, she asked slowly. This time,
she took a gulp, steadying herself for it.
She hadn’t seen his scars…only the initial wounds, and at that time, it
had been utter chaos.
Jim
grimaced, but he sat the glass down and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling
his tie off and draping it over his suit coat.
As the shirt opened to reveal his wife beater, he used a finger to draw
the cloth back and away to reveal three nasty entry wounds close together,
close enough that he could cover them with one hand…almost. “Looks worse than it is”
Maria
didn’t agree with his assessment. As she
looked at the scars, her lips parting slowly, breath quickening, her mind could
still see them flowing with blood and Jim pale, barely conscious laying on the
dirty floor several feet from the young man whom ad shot him. Slowly, her outstretched hand reached the
rest of the way to his chest, warm fingertips running over the smooth scar
tissue. Her mouth tightened, her other
hand came up, fingers touching her chin.
Jim
knew that look, and he stepped back, letting the shirt cover the scars again as
he buttoned his dress shirt back up.
“I’m
sorry Jim…I’m so sorry”, Maria whispered thickly as tears began to form, her
hand now covering her mouth as she fought to keep herself composed, a fight she
was slowly losing.
Finishing
with the shirt quickly, Jim shook his head, “Don’t be…it wasn’t your
fault. We’ve been over this…”
“Damnit
Jim! It should have been me!”, she
shouted, tears now flowing down her cheeks, “I should have checked that door
and I didn’t! I should have been the one
that got hurt, not you!”
Holding
his hands up, he kept shaking his head, “No!
Goddamnit no! You couldn’t have
known! HELL! I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW!”, he yelled, “No one
could have…”, he said, this time quieter, aware they were in an apartment, “We
were preoccupied with the guys that spotted us.
A raid like that is chaotic, we didn’t even know that was a damn door
until it opened. I don’t blame you, and
you shouldn’t either”, he pointed out, and he stepped forward to place his
hands on her shoulders, “Even if you had, I would have stepped up…it’s my job
to back up my partner. I would not have
wanted that to be you”
Shaking
her head, and not looking at him, Maria was looking at the floor where his
polished black shoes stood apart from her bare feet, the wood floor beneath
dark and worn, but clean. She felt like
she had failed him as a partner, and as a Marshal, and he was too stubborn to
see the facts.
“Look. I trust you with my life…I have not had a
single reason not to. Still don’t. You’re my partner, Maria...”
Taking
a shuddering breath, she looked up at him with red rimmed eyes, and without her
makeup she looked tired. Jim could see
now that she hadn’t been sleeping.
“Get
some rest…real rest”, but when he went to pull away, she gripped his forearm.
Stopped,
Jim didn’t move, and Maria looked at him, wiping her eyes, “Can you just stay
for a little while?”
Jim
gave her a pained expression, and he considered it, but he finally shook his
head, “I need to rest too…go to sleep.
Tomorrow’s another day…”, Maria released him, but he saw fresh tears,
and he stepped close to her, resting a hand on her shoulder, “What happened was
just bad timing. It’s over now…and everything
is fine. I’m fine…and you’re fine. Just try and get some rest…and don’t beat
yourself up so much”
“I
know…I just…I want you to be safe, Jim”, she said slowly.
“That’s
not possible in our line of work, you know that. I know that.
We accept it and live with it”, he told her.
“How
do you stay so detached?”, she asked.
“I
don’t get too close…”, he told her, looking troubled.
Maria
stared at him, a flood of hidden emotion swirling in her dark eyes as she
watched him. He saw it, and unsure he wanted
to know, he retrieved his coat and gave her a very detached pat on the back.
“See
you in the morning…”, and with that said, he headed for the door.
“Yeah…see
you”, Maria said, watching him leave.
Reaching over the bar, she took the bottle and uncorked it, sniffling
softly as she poured herself a full glass.
***
In
Fort Wayne, the sky was overcast, and the weather service was calling for rain
later in the day. Already the afternoon,
the breeze was picking up as Gomez, wearing sunglasses and carrying a cup of
coffee, stood back listening as Thornton and Smith went over the actions of the
shooting piece by piece animatedly. Last
night’s conversation had been blessedly ‘forgotten’ by Jim as he bantered with Smith
and helped to keep things moving along, and surprisingly as she sipped on her
now cold coffee, she could see a clear picture coming together.
“This
wasn’t random”, Jim said loudly, throwing up his hands, “This
woman…person…individual…whatever we want to label them, was here for another purpose. Look at the location! Not the side of a highway with places to
hide! She had to track all over town to
find the one place with quick and easy roof access!”, he said pointing to the
roof.
Before
Jim could continue, Smith excitedly followed, mimicking Jim’s hand gestures as
he looked between them, “So she sees this guy”, at a sharp glance from Jim
clears his throat and tries again, “So they
see this guy…”, he pauses and gives Jim a long stare that makes Jim snort,
trying to hide a grin behind his hand, “Believes he is, or has the
characteristics of her target, being an intermodal driver, he has to live close
or in the region, and this spurs them to act more quickly than usual, without a
clear plan, and instead of shooting him
on the highway, finds out where he’s headed, and beats him out here where they
have a wide view and easy shots…”
Nodding,
Gomez sighs, “…and this is where the young man get’s killed. Now we just need that info on who might have
been coming home that day”
Jim
spun in her direction, “Right! Call
Valentine?”, he suggested.
“No!”,
Gomez snapped, wishing she hadn’t and rubbing her temple, “She will call us…”
Shrugging,
Smith looked around, “So…if we knew who the individual was…we could just set up
a target for them where they ought to be…”
“…and
get that person killed!”, Gomez said sharply.
Raising
a hand, shaking it quickly, Jim interjected, closing the gap between the three
of them, “Hang on to that thought…actually, Smith has a great point. As long as the target is wearing body
armor…every shot has been to center mass. Every. Single.
Time.”
Nodding,
Smith spread his hands, “We even have a perfect
dummy…”, he began, though Jim cut him off.
“I’ll
put on a wig…I need you more athletic people on the ground watching for a muzzle-“
“NO!”,
Gomez yelled, pointing at Jim, “You will NOT play target”, and then to correct
herself, she pointed at both men in alternation, “Neither of you!”
“Now
Maria…”’, Jim began, but they all went silent when Gomez’s phone rang.
“This
is Gomez…”, she said. Listening, she
started nodding quickly, a smile forming.
“Got it. Send an e-mail, and I’ll
check on it at the hotel”, ending the call, she pointed to the car, “Pack it in
gentlemen, we got our list!”
“Any
stand out individuals?”, Jim asked as they headed for the car.
“We’ll
find out…and better yet…we now have GPS tags and a way to track the drivers”
“That
could take a while…”, Smith said slowly.
Gomez
turned her head, looking over the rim of her sunglasses, “It’s a short list,
Smith…we’ve got fifteen people, six of them women…and per my side request, we
have two of those women whom have hunting licenses and firearm registrations”
“Holy
hell…”, Jim whispered.
“Let
me guess, those two have three-oh-eight bolt action rifles?”, Smith asked hopefully.
“Exactly…we’re
getting warm, gentlemen…we’re getting warm”
To be continued…
Stay tuned for the next story in the series to be posted next on Thursday on 09 July!
Good first two chapters. Looking forward to seeing how the investigation goes moving forward.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I hope to keep it entertaining.
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