Showdown
Police had the landlord clear out the other apartments prior to SWAT and officers breaking the door of the house that Baxter Murphy occupied. The landlord confirmed that Baxter lived alone. As SWAT members approached the door, the sound of an electric grinder could be heard from the home. SWAT broke down the front door, the kitchen was empty. As were the surrounding bedrooms. In a room in back, a garage converted to a workshop, Baxter stood there and continued to sharpen the tool. The wall behind him were lined with axes identical to the one he held in his hands. He smirked, as the SWAT team, other officers, followed by Horatio, Ryan and Frank stormed. He was ordered to drop his weapon. Baxter let the axe slowly fall from his hands and onto the floor. His expression never changing as he was cuffed and read his rights.
"Well, nice to finally meet you in person, lieutenant," Baxter said looking in Horatio's direction. "Loved your security system, by the way. You wasted your money, though. I wasn't going to take any chances. I probably wouldn't have got out of there alive."
That was my goal, Horatio thought.
Greta Williams had managed to claw her attacker, the blood and skin beneath her fingernails matched Baxter's DNA. His DNA also matched the tiny amount of blood on the axe left at the first set of murders.
Baxter was also diabetic.
The man still couldn't peel the diabolical grin from his face as he sat in the interrogation room after being told his DNA taken from the rim of a cup he had drank from twenty minutes prior, was a match to DNA found on an axe used to murder a family of three and underneath the fingernails of murdered social worker.
"You got me," he said, now breaking into a laugh. "I did another one, too. A woman and her two kids. She had her own kid, too but like the first one thought it was fine to call someone else's kid hers and everything would be great." He went on to tell how he loathed his "so-called"siblings, how his mother told him he wasn't "special" or "chosen" like them. He just "happened." This was when he decided people should either procreate or adopt children, doing both was selfish and children suffered.
"I was giving these women what they deserved and relieving the suffering those children were definitely going to go through."
"How'd you find these people?" Ryan asked.
Baxter snorted.
"Don't you ever notice how many flyers are posted around for different adoption groups? That's how. I followed the first two families. With no man around, it was too easy. As far that social worker went, she ran one of these family groups. Picking the lock of her front door was child's play. I didn't know she had a roommate. But she couldn't see me anyway.
"Anything else you pigs wanna know? Cause after this I'm shutting my mouth."
"Lieutenant Caine's family. How'd you find out 'bout them?" Tim Speedle demanded.
Horatio stood outside the glass, waiting for an answer.
"That girl from the school, Gia, or Gina. The same one who got me Caine's number when she thought I was going in a tip or something. She said how the kid told her that when his dad got married, the wife adopted him and then she got knocked up."
Horatio was certain his son didn't exactly put it that way. But Kyle was never going to hear about this. He would feel guilty and he hadn't done anything wrong. It remained to be seen whether the district attorney was going to charge Gina Hurley with anything.
Detectives were going to recommend against it.
Never fear! This story isn't done yet!