Hide and Seek (Criminal Profiler #1)(24)

“He climbed on top of me and raped me. It seemed like it took forever, but after he was finished, I looked at the clock for some reason. He’d only been on me for minutes.”

“Did he say anything else?” Macy asked.

“He pulled up his pants and looked as if he’d go, but then he climbed on top of me again and wrapped his hands around my neck. He didn’t move for several seconds, and then he readjusted his hands a few times.”

“He didn’t strangle you right away?” Macy asked.

“No. It was like he was figuring out how to do it. But he finally did. Only when I was gasping for air did he get off me. He said he was sorry.”

Reliving the event, even after fifteen years, was upsetting Susan. Macy wasn’t a patient person by nature unless she was speaking to women who’d been traumatized. In cases like this, she was willing to wait until hell froze over if necessary.

Finally, Susan shook her head. “When I remember that night, there’s a lot that really pisses me off, but I think his apology tops the list. Why the hell would he tell me that he’s sorry?”

Macy pulled the shade back down. “There could be any number of reasons. You’re the first known case we have for this offender.”

“Why do you think I’m one of his firsts?”

“He didn’t bring restraints. The way he adjusted his hands on your neck. The apology. All these fit the profile of a person trying something new.”

“But why was he sorry?” Susan asked.

“Perhaps the violence was also a shock to him as well. He might have fantasized about it, but he’d never tried it. Maybe he truly did feel remorse.”

“Did he say he was sorry to any of the others?” Susan asked.

Macy felt Nevada’s close scrutiny. He wasn’t speaking but he had not missed one word. “None of the victims after you reported that he apologized.”

Susan flexed her fingers. “Why is the FBI involved now? It’s been fifteen years.”

“You can thank Sheriff Nevada,” Macy said. “He’s pulling out all the stops to solve this case.”

Behind the anger darkening Susan’s searching gaze, hope flickered. “I’d love it if you could catch him. I want him to feel the anger, fear, and hopelessness he dumped onto me.”

Macy wanted him to spend the rest of his life behind bars. “You’ve been a big help.”

“Sure. You come back any time.”

“One last question. Did he ever contact you afterward?”

“You mean like a call or something?”

“Yes.”

“No, I don’t remember any contact.”

“Good.”

“Should I be worried about him doing something like that?”

“No. I’m glad you have Zeus and have remained strong.”

Susan led them out of the room and closed the door behind her before moving to the front door. “I should have thought to offer you a soda or water.”

“It’s not necessary,” Macy said.

Susan glanced back toward her old bedroom. “It’ll be nice to sleep again one day, knowing he can’t come back.”

“I want to give you a heads-up,” Nevada said. “I’m going on television in the next day or two and sharing what I know about this criminal. I’m asking the community to call me if they have any leads.”

“There could be even more than four victims?” Susan’s expression crimped with worry.

“Yes.”

“You know how hard it is to talk to the cops about a rape,” Macy said. “But not everyone is able. You’re making a difference.”

“I’m not brave,” Susan said. “It’s been fifteen years, and I can’t even sleep in my own room.”

A rape rarely lasted beyond the event for a rapist. But for his victim, the trauma could linger for a lifetime. “If you do receive any strange communication after that press conference, listen but do not engage. And call me right away.”

“Sure.”

Macy took the woman’s hand in her own and squeezed it. A year ago, she’d have avoided physical contact but now felt the need to reassure this woman with more than words. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re strong, and it’ll take women like you to catch this guy.”

Susan held her hand like she was clinging to a life raft. “Could he come back here?”

Macy wouldn’t lie to her. Serial offenders were impossible to predict. She knew the guy wasn’t in prison, which meant he was dead, too sick to act, or still active. “Anything is possible.”

Susan slowly let go of Macy’s fingers and drew back. “If he gets past Zeus, I’ll be waiting with my cell phone and baseball bat.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Macy said.

As they were leaving, she noticed a high school diploma mounted in a thin black frame from a box store. She’d graduated from Valley High School in 2004. “Did you know Tobi Turner?”

“Not well. But I felt horrible when she vanished. She was just found, I hear.”

“Yes.”

“Is what happened to her related to me?” Susan asked.

“We’re still looking into that,” Macy said. “Did you know Cindy Shaw?”