Moving Onwards
Unlucky Number One
By Pat Squared
Lori Zimmer of the Colorado Bureau of Investigation's Homicide Taskforce rubbed her exhausted eyes. For three years, the sadistic pedophile went underground. Tonight he left another sign of his presence in Colorado.
An airport groundskeeper discovered a bloated body at 4:30 this morning. Airport police were called in and wisely secured the crime scene allowing the forensic technicians of the Colorado Bureau of Investigation do the real work.
Zimmer was on the scene, not because she was the next investigator on the wheel, but simply because she was planning to fly out to Quantico, Virginia, the home of the FBI Behavior Sciences Unit, to try to rework another psychological profile on the sex bastard that was responsible for the rape-homicides of over fifty girls spread across the country. Her cell phone rang as she was checking in her luggage.
Now her duty pistol and change of clothes were airborne while she was stuck on the ground coordination the initial investigation.
She made the phone calls so that the FBI would be expecting her to come in with new material and so the TSA would not tow and blow her luggage. Only idiots on the silver screen defuse bombs, the professionals just blow it in place.
If it was not time to trim the trees south of runway 18, no one would have discovered the body for a couple months.
Having worked every killing that this bastard did, Lori spotted the signs.
The killer was intelligent, organized, yet able to surgically inflict slow death. He taunted the authorities with every body. He left just enough clues to let them know that it was his special art that he left behind.
Lori hated crawling into the mind of a killer, especially this one, but crawling into his twisted mind would be the only way that she would be able to trap him.
Lori did not need the medical examiner to tell her that the Monster in the Dark returned. The media somehow found out that Susan Lee, the only victim that live long enough to speak to law enforcement, called the killer the Monster in the Dark. Soon they shortened it to the MID Killer.
The city fathers of Middleton, Colorado did not exactly appreciate that kind of publicity.
They will take and log the medical data, identify and link the semen to all the other murders, and the coroner will identify the body. If she was lucky, the victim would not live in Colorado. Then all Lori had to do was to call a detective in other police department to do the hardest thing a cop could ever do. Tell a family that their love one would never come back. However, that only happened once. All the other bodies found in the state were locals. It would be up to Zimmer to break the news.
There were dozens of technicians about with cameras and surveying gear recording the dump site for posterity.
Zimmer glanced upon the body of a little girl - Age ten, four foot tall, dark hair, and completely nude save for little pink bobby socks on her little feet. For now, the child would be dubbed Bobby Doe 19-1-1. The first unidentified body found in the County of Denver during 2009.
It was New Years Day and surprisingly all the drunks killed last night had identification on their corpses, so this child earned the unlucky prize of being the first unidentified body found in the New Year. It was an honor that no one should ever earn.
Zimmer walked out of the crime scene to breath in some relatively fresh air. Thankfully it was cold, being a Colorado winter. This body was not a stinker, despite being bloated.
Lividety told Zimmer that this place was only a dump site. Petecchial hemorrhaging and raccoon eyes told Zimmer that the child was suffocated among other things.
The real treasure trove would be the abduction and kill sites. However, with serial killers, at least the smarter ones, law enforcement rarely found the kill sight. However the sites would be a place that made the killer felt comfortable. Killing was a private act more powerful and shameful than sex. Like most folks and sex, killers like privacy when they experience the moment of ecstasy.
So far the killer showed not observable pattern to his abduction and dump sites. However, the kill sites would reveal everything. If only law enforcement could find one.
Normally, it would be nearby. Who in their right mind travels hundreds of miles with a body in the truck? However, with serial killers, there were no safe bets. Some of them study the police and FBI manuals more fervently than the detectives and they change up the rules of the game like a pitcher changes up his pitches to confuse the batters.
Find the kill sites, you find the killer.