CHAPTER FOUR

Time was pushing on when Valens received the call from Detective Johnson. "There here at my desk. Level 2. See you shortly"

"Be there in 2 minutes", Scotty replied, tapping Rush on the arm.

"Carrie Gordon's parents are down at Johnsons desk, lets go."

They took the elevator down to the second level and walked to Detective Johnsons desk.

"Mr and Mrs Gordon this is Detective Valens and Rush. They work cold cases."

"Hi", they replied.

"If its okay with you two they would like to sit in", Johnson asked them.

"But our daughter only died two nights ago", Mr Gordon stated.

Rush took on an apologetic tone "I don't know if Detective Johnson has told you yet, but it seems that your daughter's murder is linked to that of a serial killer".

They looked shocked. Pure disbelief strewn across their faces.

"whhhhaat…..nooooo", Mrs Gordon sobbed.

Mr Gordon put a comforting arm around his wife "So you mean to tell me he has done this to others".

"Three to be exact Mr Gordon", Johnson replied.

"When was the last time you spoke to your daughter?", asked Valens.

"The day before she died", replied Mrs Gordon.

"Can you tell us what she had said, anything that might help us to determine how this has happened?" asked Rush.

"She seemed really happy is all. Said she had been partying it up in Philadelphia and was gonna head to the Big Apple in the next coupla days," Mr Gordon stated.

"Do you know where she was staying while in Philly", asked Johnson.

"Yeah some backpackers accommodation……I think it was called Eldorado Beach or something."

Mrs Gordon became hysterical. She would not stop crying. Mr Gordon said "I am sorry detectives. But I gotta take my wife back to the hotel".

"If you remember anything Mr Gordon, please get in contact. Here is my card", Johnson handed his card to the man.

Mr Gordon nodded, leaving with his wife in toe.

The two detectives returned to their work stations, looking through the files for any clue they could to help catch the killer.

"These photos make me sick," Jeffries confided, passing Valens' desk. "He must be one sick sick man".

Valens nodded.

Stillman came out from his office. "Look guys I don't think we are going to find anything else out today. Take the weekend off, try not to think too much about the case. It's not one that you want to be thinking about on your day off".

Vera and Jeffries nodded.

"Hey boss,", Vera asked "You keen for some friendly football?"

"Righto. When is it?", Stillman asked.

"Tomorrow. 2pm at the Philly Market Gardens".