They didn’t have time to explain. Now, it was a race to get to the woman. She was the last person on the killer’s list, and then, he’d be done.
Would he run? They didn’t know.
But they had to get to him.
All they could hope was that he didn’t kill her yet. There was still a chance.
Grabbing their things, they raced past the homicide captain, not sharing anything with him. Outside, they jumped into their rental, with the detective in the back.
“Find us his home,” Gene said as he started up the motor. Only, he was stopped.
“No,” Ethan stated. “He won’t use his personal place. He’s got a split personality due to the trauma of all of this. He likely keeps the killing separate. Find the family home. See if it’s still in his name, or his mother’s. She would have gotten it when he went to jail after the divorce.”
The man began typing, and as he did, Gene got them onto the highway.
It didn’t take Dannie long.
“I found an apartment one block from where you were shot at,” he told Gene. “He lives right there.”
It appeared that Ethan had been right to feel off about that area. They’d been in his neck of the woods.
“It makes sense,” he said. “What else?”
He was searching.
“Nothing in the mother’s name, but I found a small cabin not far from the edge of the Native American reservation in his name,” he said. “It’s not far from where the bodies were dumped.”
Well, that explained that.
Familiarity.
They would have had the address if they had the man’s prison papers, but Greyson saw those, not them.
He gave him the address, and Ethan pointed.
“Other way,” he said. “I can get you there quicker if you access the reservation, and we head in the back way. We can sneak up on him.”
Holy shit.
They had a small window.
Hopefully, this works.
Gene whipped that car around using the median and headed back the other way. He was driving fast, and as he did, he hoped they made it to the man’s location.
Better yet, they made it there before she was dead.
“Does this fit for you?” he asked his profiler. “I don’t want to show up there and be wrong. We need to make sure. He’s had her for hours now.”
Blackhawk was going through his profile and marking off everything on his mental checklist.
“Yes. The liar on the tongue is because he believes, or this personality believes that they lied, and it cost the boy everything. The main personality will be Franklin Elston’s son, but the more powerful identity will be his protector, the male figure that he didn’t have because of what his father did. He’s getting justicebecause he doesn’t believe his father, likely a man he idolized, did this.”
This was fucked up.
Blackhawk continued.
“He works the same job as his father did, and I’d bet he will eventually get to the point he will commit the same crimes in honor of his father—after he kills those who caused his death. This won’t end with these five. He’ll move to sexual deviation to become the father. I’m going to guess they were very close, and he loved him. The mother could have been cold before or after this, and he likely got very little love growing up. The women took his father from him.”
