Title: The Postcard Murders, Chapter 3

By: greygoose70

Part 3

Six years earlier

She stood there naked in the near darkness of the bedroom watching them, knowing they were both sound sleepers, that it would take a nuclear explosion to awaken them. They were lying in their usual positions, back to back with at least a foot of space separating them. She locked the blade of the boxcutter in place then moved to the right side of the bed, raised her hand into position and in a swift move plunged the blade into the woman's neck and drew it forward severing the artery there. The woman jerked at the impact but never made a sound, seconds later she lay motionless. She moved around to the opposite side of the bed and repeated her action to the man lying there. "Mission complete," she said softly, then turned and left the room, making it down the hall to her own room and into the jack & jill bathroom where she stepped into the shower to rinse off any blood that may have gotten on her. After toweling off she entered the adjoining bedroom where she saw him lying on his bed just as naked as herself. She went over and crawled in next to him.
"You're beautiful," he said complementing her as she pressed her naked body into him.
"You're not so bad yourself, handsome," she responded
"Is it done," he then asked quietly?
"Yes," she answered just as quietly.
"I think we should celebrate," he said reaching down and placing his hand over her vagina lips, that elicited a soft moan from her.
"I believe you're right," she replied finding his semi-erect cock and stroking it, while rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.
He followed her by rolling over, placing himself between her glorious gams. She guided him to her entrance saying, "Fuck me big boy,". So he inserted his dick into her wet hot pussy and did.

Present day,

The G650 set down at London City Airport exactly at noon, taxied to Interpol' private hangar and dropped off its passengers. There to greet them were there good friends. As each passenger stepped off the stairway, they were greeted with a hug

"I have already reserved rooms for everyone at the Savoy," Rick told them. "Alexia, I've put you and Tabitha in a room together, the Junior Suite. Jordan, Tom, you two get the King Suite. Kate, we're in the Savoy Suite. Every room has a view of the river Thames."

Just as Rick completed his little orientation a black Range Rover pulled up. "That will be Derrick," Emily said, "he's one of my people. He's here to take Tom, Alexia, and Tabitha to the hotel. Kate, you and Jordan are with us. We'll all meet up in the American Bar at 5pm. And don't worry there is plenty of attractions or things to do to keep you entertained until then."

INTERPOL Headquarters

As the group entered the conference room Kate was the first to notice the four white boards three of which contained photos, reports, and hand written notes.

"There's food and drinks in the breakroom. Let's grab something and get comfortable," Rick said.

When everyone had fixed themselves a plate and gathered back in the conference room, Rick stood up and spoke, "we'll get started once everyone is done eating." He then sat back down to eat his own meal. Fifteen minutes later he saw that they had all completed eating, so he stood up once again, turned on the big screen television and began. "Jordan sent this to me last night, I believe this is where these murders all started. Jordan you want to take over."

As Rick sat Jordan stood. "Six years ago Claude and Phyliss Branson were slain while in bed in much the same manner as the victims in Madrid, Paris, and here in London. Since talking with Rick, I have spoken with the FBI agent, Darrell Hannah, who investigated the case. We went over every report, every photo trying to find a link. The only addition information he was able to supply was that the murder weapon was never found, but the ME described the weapon as a boxcutter. The only fingerprints found were those of the family. There was no evidence the patio door had been tampered with, and there was no speculation that the bodies had been positioned in a particular manner."

"Thanks, Jordan," Rick began standing as Jordan retook her seat. "Okay ladies, going under the assumption that this is where the murders began, we want to examine every similarity, every anomaly. And one more thing, any wild theory will be considered, except for those that involve aliens." His last comment getting a roar of laughter from the women.

"You're the alien theory expert here, Babe," Kate said as the laughter died down.

"Yeah, and even I have had to table them," he replied, "so let's get started."

It appeared that all four of women began by concentrating on the Branson murders. It was several minutes before one of the spoke. "What do we know about the children?" It was Kate asking.

"They are fraternal twins, sixteen years old at the time of the killings," Rick answered. "They were juniors in high school. The pictures you see there are from the high school yearbook.

"They look almost identical," she said.

"Like many fraternal twins, they share many of the same traits. They are both blonde, with blue eyes, both right handed."

"What happened to them?"

"They were taken in by Chris Branson, Claude's brother, who lived in the Phoenix area. They completed high school, then went to Arizona State University. At the age of twenty they inherited their parents estate, left college and Arizona, then basically disappeared."

"So, we don't where they are now."

"Not a clue."

"Rick, do you know if any murders like these took place in the Phoenix area," Jordan enquired.

"No, why?"

"This five year gap between the LA and Bronx murders. If it's the same killer or killers as the ones here in Europe, I would think the time span between any slayings would be shorter."

"That's a good point. There are about half a dozen communities that make up the Phoenix area. Let's call the PD's for each and find out."

"Excuse me," Kate said, "need to use the restroom."

"I'll go with you," Vittoria said. "Me too," responded Em and Jordan as well.

Several minutes later the women returned to find a bowl with some type of concoction in it at their place. "Whipped cream cheese and fruit," Rick explained, "there is a pot of coffee, including decafe for you Kate, and a pot of your favorite tea, Vittoria."

"Thanks," they all replied in unison, then filled their cup with their beverage of choice.

Vittoria took a sip of her tea before speaking. "The Branson murder weapon was a box cutter, but there is no description of the murder weapon used in the following murder, except it was short and sharp.

"You're thinking the killer disposed of each murder weapon by tossing it away, then use a new one for the next one," Em commented.

"Make some kind of sense," Rick says, "but with all the other similarities probably unnecessary, "but we'll keep it under consideration."

"The postcards still have me stumped," Kate said.

"Like I've said before, probably just to taunt the police, but sending them to a reporter made no sense to me," Rick responded.

"I think we need to take a look at where these killings are being committed." It was Jordan that spoke. "And by where I'm referring to the cities, New York, Madrid, Paris and London. Where do you think they will strike next?"

"Em, pull up a map of Europe and put it on the screen," Rick requested. Doing as he asked it only took moments before a map of was projected on the big screen. "Berlin," he stated emphatically.

"Why there," Vittoria asked"

"It's the nearest city with several art museums…" Rick began before Kate interrupted him saying, "And where the murderers are selecting their victims."

"Oh, oh, here they go," Jordan whispered to Vittoria.

"Go?" Vittoria whispered back confused.

"Where they banter back and forth theorizing the case," Jordan explained.

"Approaches them," Rick says.

"Befriending them," Kate retaliates.

"Victims invites the killers to their room," Rick proclaims.

"Where the killers drug them," Kate responds.

"Then slashes their throats," Rick states.

"You two practice that," Emily voices cutting of their verbal exchange.

Kate and Rick snap their heads toward Emily, who just grins. They turn back to face each other and smile.

"But Rick, why were the bodies placed to resemble works of art," maintained Vittoria.

"Recognition is all I can think of," he told her. "Jordan, do you know if the children's uncle was interviewed."

"No, why?"

"I would like to know what the children were like under his care. Can you get someone to talk with him?"

"Sure, let me make a call," she replied getting up from her chair going out to make the call. "Okay, one of our people in Phoenix will try to speak with him later today," she told him upon her return.

"Good," he said as he glanced down at his watch. "It's four-thirty, let's head to the hotel and the American Bar. I could use a drink."

"Me too," the four women responded in unity.

Hours later Kate has her naked body curled up next to her equally naked husband, her head nestled between his neck and shoulder, her hand tracing circles around a bare pectoral nipple. They had just completed their fourth round of love making, although round four could be described more as flat out fucking, with Kate on top furiously working up and down on him in order to achieve that next orgasm she so desired.

"That was intense," Rick said breaking the silence.

"Yeah, well you've been gone for almost three weeks, and I'm pregnant, and my hormones were raging. If it hadn't been for Jordan calling saying she was coming I would have flown over by myself."

"Well remind me to thank her, but now roll over, I think I'm ready for round five."

End of Chapter