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“We’ll carry on searching the house just in case anyone else is here,” Rafe replies.
Once Zep has walked out, Zemi says, “From the state of the outside, I did not expect the inside to be this spotless.”
“I suppose he has to keep it this way so that he doesn’t leave any evidence of his presence behind,” I reply.
“Good point,” she replies, and then adds, “Alright, let's get this place cleared and ready for the forensic team to come in. They should be here soon. Zep will have notified them back at the van.”
“We’ll take upstairs, and you take down here?” Wilder suggests.
Rage nods, “Sounds good, yell if you find anything.”
“Got it,” Zemi replies.
We split up once again. We aren’t searching the rooms for any evidence or anything that links him to all of the murders. We know that he did it, and besides that, it is the job of the forensic team and the agents trained to do that sort of thing. We catch them and put all that work into finding and securing them, and the agents that come after us go through all of the evidence we have gathered in order to catch whoever we’re after and compile their own evidence based on things collected by the forensic team and what they can get out of the person during interrogation. All we’re doing as we search the house thoroughly is making sure that there is no one else here.
We’ve finished clearing the downstairs and are waiting for Zemi and Wilder to finish checking out the upstairs before we leave when Zemi calls down.
Her voice is full of tension and disgust as she says, “Guys, you might want to come and look at this.”
I share a wary look with my men and then head up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She didn’t specifically say that she found someone, and I find myself hoping that she hasn’t found another victim.
“What did you find?” I ask as I approach them.
They’re standing in the doorway to a room and looking inside. Wilder’s face is full of disgusted horror as he steps back, pulling Zemi with him, and says, “I have no idea how to explain it, you better just look.”
Hesitantly, I move forward to glance inside the room, and I immediately understand what I’m looking at, “It’s a trophy room. The sick fucker kept trophies from his kills.”
“It looks that way,” Zemi confirms, “it’s actually how we finally managed to link him to so many murders and not just Jensen’s mom and sister; he takes the tip of his victim's pinky finger.”
There are shelves filled with vials that have these pinky fingers floating inside. He’s managed to preserve them, which is going to be his downfall. Not only is this all the evidence that we need to make sure he goes to the worst place we have available, but it will also help identify all of his victims.
“There’s more here than we’ve managed to link him to,” Wilder frowns, “that means there are more victims out there.”
“Quite a few more, judging from the amount of vials there are,” Rafe adds.
“We’ll make sure that they all get identified and that their loved ones can finally put them to rest properly,” Zemi adds firmly and with such conviction that I know that she is going to help to ensure that they are all identified personally.
“There are some really little fingers in some of these,” Rage adds, and I glance at him to see him pale.
He’s right. There are fingers that can only be from children, and small children at that. I know that he has no problem killing children; he did, after all, kill Jensen’s sister, and she was four or five, I think, when she was killed, but seeing the actual evidence glaring at me in the face is quite another thing.
“Forensics and the other team are here to take over,” Raiden says, shocking me because I had temporarily forgotten that he was in my ear.
“Got it,” Rage replies for all of us, and we turn around, leaving the room of horrors.
I can’t leave without showing him just a small portion of the pain that he caused his victims, though.
“Hey guys,” I greet the team coming through, and they smile and say hello back. Since what happened at the retreat, it seems that they’ve all decided to drop some of their hostility toward us, finally, and I’m grateful for it. I can’t be fucked to deal with the unnecessary drama. At the end of the day, we all want the same thing, and that’s to make the world safer.
“You need to check the first room on the left upstairs. It’s got his momentous from his kills in,” Rage warns them, and their faces are grim as they nod.
Unfortunately, this is a part of the job that we’re all used to; it doesn't mean that we like it.
“Ever, where are you going?” Rafe asks me curiously as I head straight out of the door and toward the van that we arrived in, and that holds the prisoner.
Zep’s eyebrow rises as he sees me approach with everyone else at my heels, but he clearly sees something on my face because he nods and steps to the side, allowing me access to the doors.
“Mr R wants to see if you can get anything interesting out of him before he hits interrogation,” Raiden says in my ear, clearly watching me from the other van.
