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Puller nodded in agreement. “We were curious why the investigation at Fort Monroe didn’t connect up with yours back then. There were parallels and the two spots are barely a half hour apart.”
Lorne shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you. I never even heard about the case you’re talking about at Fort Monroe. No one from CID ever called us about it. And we had our hands full back then. Me and Leo were just young detectives at the time, but the force had had some attrition and we were the senior homicide guys. So we got the case. We busted our asses, spent every waking hour on it. Got to be an obsession if you really want to know.”
“And we still didn’t solve it,” added Peckham. “And not that it matters, but our career path took a big hit. Promotions were slow in coming after that. But those poor dead women suffered far worse. The fact we never brought their killer to justice? I’ll never get over that. No matter what else I did in my career, I was a failure.”
Knox said, “Don’t be too hard on yourself. Sometimes the bad guys get lucky and get away with it. I’m sure you did everything you could.”
Puller added, “The file didn’t have many clues. No real forensics.”
Peckham nodded. “The guy didn’t leave any DNA behind. And there was no sexual assault. And he apparently wore gloves.”
“But no defensive wounds? Nothing under the victims’ nails? If he strangled them there would have been a struggle, unless they were bound first. People don’t just die without a fight.”
Peckham glanced at Lorne and said, “They weren’t bound. At least there was no evidence of that.”
Lorne shifted in his seat. “You looked at the file photos?”
Puller nodded.
“Well, pictures couldn’t really convey the actual damage. When I said strangled, that was probably not entirely correct.”
“What would be more correct?” asked Knox quickly.
“That their throats, their windpipes, were completely crushed.”
Puller stared at him. “Crushed?”
“Flattened would be a better description.” Lorne shivered slightly as he said this. “I’d never seen anything like it and neither had the ME, and he’d been doing this work for forty years. And I’ve never seen anything like it since, thank God.”
“Are you sure something else wasn’t used? A rope, a metal bar, a board?”
“No, it was hands. Human hands. Even with gloves the evidence was pretty clear on that.”
“So a big, strong guy,” said Knox.
“Something more than that. It takes incredible force to do the damage we saw. The base of the spine was also crushed.”
Puller stared at him incredulously. “The spine was crushed? Do you know how difficult it is to break, much less crush? That could happen with a long fall or some kind of car accident.”
“I know exactly how difficult it is to crush a bone,” answered Lorne. “Because I researched it afterward. Not even an NFL lineman would be that strong. He could break it, sure, but pulverize it?” He shook his head.
Peckham added, “And it was the same with the blows to the head that killed some of the women. The marks indicated a fist was used. But the skull was crushed. And the ME didn’t think it was repeated blows. Only one.”
Knox stared at him in disbelief. “One blow to crush a skull! Are you sure some animal didn’t do this? You’re talking strength like a bear or something.”
“It was no animal. It was a human.”
“Well, it’s not any human I’ve ever run into,” retorted Puller.
“Not any human I’d ever want to run into,” replied Peckham.
“What about connections among the victims? We know they were all females, around the same age and professional types. But there weren’t detailed records on exactly what their professions were.”
Peckham said, “They all worked for government contractors.”
“That might tell us a lot about the perp, then,” said Knox. “He might have a beef against the government. He might have worked for the Feds or a contractor and been fired.”
Puller said, “I’m sure you followed that line of inquiry.”
“As far as we could.”
“Meaning what exactly?”
Lorne answered. “Meaning most of what those women did was classified and we couldn’t be ‘read into it,’ as they kept telling us. National security. That still means a lot today. Back then it scared the shit out of people. So we basically got zip on our inquiries because of that.”
“In a serial killer investigation!” exclaimed Knox.
“Trust me, I wasn’t happy about it either,” said Lorne.
The four people sat there and stared at each other for a long moment.
“Okay,” said Knox a bit breathlessly. “Where does that leave us?”
“I’m not sure,” admitted Peckham. “At square one, maybe.”
“What did the FBI conclude about all this?” asked Puller.
“I’m not sure what they concluded, because they never told us a damn thing. But I can tell you this.” He paused, apparently wavering whether to finish the thought or not.
“We really could use whatever help you can give us,” said Puller.
“Like you said, those women deserve justice,” added Knox.
Peckham glanced at Lorne, who nodded.
Peckham turned back to Puller. “The FBI was hot and heavy over this right from the start. They acted like the Feds always do. The eight-hundred-pound gorilla come in to take over the investigation. And the glory that comes with solving it. We were just poor shmucks from the backwaters of Tidewater.”
“Okay, and?” said Knox.
“And there came a day about three weeks after they’d joined the investigation where they pulled up their tent pole and went home.”
Knox and Puller exchanged a glance.
Knox said, “They just left?”
Peckham nodded. “Out of the blue. There one day, gone the next.”
Puller said, “And did they give you any reason for that?”
Peckham slowly shook his head. “I can tell you that the agents on the ground were pissed off. But there was nothing they could do about it.”
“And were they ever given a reason?” asked Knox.
“If so, they never shared it with us,” said Lorne. “But if you ask me, they got the same spiel we did.”
“National security,” said Puller, and Lorne nodded.
Knox said, “So presumably the orders came from higher up. Maybe as high up as the Hoover Building?”
Lorne shrugged. “I wouldn’t know about that. But about two months later I got a call from some high up muckety-muck at the FBI. He asked how things were going. I told him what I knew, which wasn’t much. Told him it didn’t look like we were going to crack this sucker.”
“And what was his reaction to that?” asked Puller.
Lorne licked his lips and started playing with the pen again.
“Detective Lorne?” prompted Puller.
Lorne looked up and let out a breath he’d been holding. “If you can believe it, the son of a bitch actually sounded relieved.”
Chapter
29
FOUR PHOTOS.
Four dead women.
Puller stared at the pictures he had laid out on his bed at the hotel.
Was his mother the fifth?
Her throat crushed?
Her skull pulverized?
Never found?
Lying all these years in some makeshift grave?
He covered his eyes with his hands and tried to bring some calm to nerves that threatened to run away from him.
He had never felt this way on the battlefield. Certainly there was fear. Only a fool would not fear death while bombs and bullets were whirling all around like lethal snow. But his nerves had always held. That had allowed him to do his job as a soldier.
