Bring Me Flowers (Detectives Kane and Alton #2)(49)
Leaving Chad with the paramedics, she sucked in a deep breath, and conscious of every shadowed doorway she passed, she strode toward the crime scene. Kane had finished his search of the immediate area, had marked all possible evidence with yellow circles, and was assisting Wolfe with his examination. Gritting her teeth, she dragged her feet toward the body and forced her gaze to move over the mutilated body of Kate.
The young, vibrant woman now resembled a mannequin in a waxworks recreation of a torture chamber. The skin on her face stretched like thin parchment over her cheekbones, stark white against her crude red lips and cheeks. She had cuts across both eyelids as if to prevent her closing her eyes but she lacked the defensive wounds found on the other two victims’ arms and legs.
Bile rushed up her throat at the sight of the vicious yet competent, almost surgical-like cuts in her torso. The killer had taken his time with her and the fact Chad had heard Kate’s ringtone close by proved he had remained to witness Chad’s distress at finding her mutilated body. The monster must have lapped up the young man’s horror and remained long enough to wallow in his grief.
Boosted by the professional calm of Kane and Wolfe, she gathered her wits and stared at the scene, noting the similarities, the lack of blood, the flowers. The killer had planned this murder too. She had seen no flowers anywhere close to the aquatic center but a wooded area ran along the roadside leading to the campus. The hairs rose on the back of her neck and she had the strange feeling someone was watching her. I bet the killer is still here—watching us.
The sound of Kane’s voice made her jump and she lifted her gaze to him. “Sorry, what did you say?”
“He killed her in the recovery spa. It’s a small pool the divers use to warm up during competitions.” Kane wrapped one large hand around her arm and led her toward a covered area. “He probably raped her here as well.” He narrowed his blue gaze at her and a worried expression crossed his face, then as if making up his mind, he cleared his throat. “This murder is significant. It proves the killer is looking for more sadistic ways to kill and needs a bigger fix to satisfy him. He has experience in killing, as in military or has medical training. As you know, in combat training they teach us where to stick a knife to kill or disable. He cut her spinal cord and paralyzed her from the neck down but didn’t cut her throat like the others. Wolfe is under the impression the lacerations on her eyelids cut the muscle preventing her from shutting her eyes. The bastard made her watch him until she bled out.” He shook his head. “He feeds on suffering, likes seeing fear, and it turns him on. He craves the power he has over his victims.”
This is way out of my comfort zone. Jenna swallowed hard and shuddered in disgust. “So, we might find trace DNA or something in the recovery spa?”
“Not a hope. There is blood in there and we can pull out the filters and pumps, but being summer vacation, it has so much chlorine in the water nothing will be viable. Hundreds of people have used the pool, we wouldn’t find anything conclusive. However, there are a few fibers attached to her nails. Wolfe placed bags around her hands to preserve any latent DNA. He is collecting samples from every possible area and we might hit pay dirt.” Kane rolled his wide shoulders. “Did you get anything out of the boyfriend?”
Jenna went over the conversation she had with Chad. “If the janitor changed the combination to the padlock, how did Kate get in here?”
“I believe the killer had the combination to the lock and opened the gate before she arrived. This guy is smart. He knows how to cover his tracks but anyone watching a crime show would know chlorine destroys DNA.” He pointed up to the CCTV cameras. “Every one of them is disconnected but the janitor could have disabled them to save power during the break.”
“We’ll need to speak to the janitor. For now, he is on the suspect list as well.” Jenna raised one eyebrow. “Go on.”
“Maybe as she was meeting Chad, she went to change. I found her clothes in the women’s dressing room, folded neatly on the bench. Where I’ve marked over there close to the gate is where I believe a struggle took place. There is a towel by the gate as well, and as it is still there I would say the killer hasn’t touched it—he is far too clever to risk leaving any traces of DNA.” Kane pointed one gloved finger toward the gate. “I think she came out of the dressing room, saw the killer, and bolted for the gate. The killer ran her down and disabled her there—” he pointed to a yellow circle on the ground “—and then he dragged her by her hair to the recovery spa. I found a few hairs on the ground, and from the color they could be Kate’s, but Wolfe will make a positive ID later. Once he has finished his preliminary examination, he’ll go over the area with luminol to look for blood or tissue. The victim, I mean Kate, has marks on her back and legs consistent to being dragged across the cement.”
Jenna pushed down the need to puke and swallowed a few times to gain some modicum of control. Her hands trembled and she thrust them deep into the pockets of her jacket. She had an investigation to run, and falling to pieces would not find the animal who killed the girls. Moving closer to Kane—because having him there, solid as a brick wall, kept her mind firmly on the job—she lifted her chin. “Do you need to question Chad? I think I covered everything and I would really like to get him home with his family.”
“Maybe, but if the killer sounded like Kate’s father, it would be prudent to call him and put him on speaker so Chad can hear his voice then we would know if the killer is local by his accent.”