Title: The Postcard Murders, Chapter 6
By: greygoose70
Part 6
Trelleborg, Sweden
It was dark when the huge ferry transport docked at Trelleborg Sweden. They drove into town looking for a quiet place to stay for the night, finally finding a quaint 'bed and breakfast' called the Minnesberg B&B. They were tired from the 9 hour trip, so after getting checked in and being shown their room they stripped off their clothing and went straight to bed, falling asleep instantly. It was just before sunrise that she felt his hard member nestled between her butt cheeks, and she knew he wanted her. She wanted him just as badly.
She screamed his name as her third orgasm of the morning overtook her, she kept her long legs wrapped around him keeping him buried inside her until her climax weakened and her strength in them returned so she could uncoil them letting them plop down on the soft mattress. He raised himself up off her and rolled to her side, his own breath coming in gasps, matching hers.
There was silence between them neither being able to speak. Finally she rolled to her side facing him and spoke although still somewhat breathless. "That was fantastic, brother. You are the best lover a sister could ever have." She then placed her hands to his cheeks and kissed him.
"Maybe that's because you are such a willing participant," he replied when their lips parted, "and I make love to you as only a true lover can."
Stockholm Sweden
The Interpol Gulfstream G650 set down at Stockholm Arlanda Airport exactly one hour and forty minutes after taking off from Berlin International, then taxied to Interpol' private hangar. The copilot instantly opened the hatchway and lowered the steps, then stood aside allowing Director Prentiss and Agent Rodgers (aka Castle) to exit. "Good morning, Lars," Emily said stepping off the final riser onto the ground.
"Morning Director," Lars replied. "And you must be CIA Agent Rick Rodgers. I'm Lars Svensson," he added holding out his hand, which Rick clasped for a handshake.
"What have you done so far, Lars," Emily asked as they headed to Interpol headquarters located in the NOA building (National Operation Actions) a division of the Swedish Police Authority.
"With what you told me we have police officers on the lookout for them at the airport, the train station, and the bus depot," Lars replied.
"Our only problem is if they drove," Rick injected. "We are pretty sure they confiscated the car from their Berlin victims. Could have drove to Rostock, then caught the ferry across the Baltic Strait. And if they then drove to Stockholm, they could be anywhere."
"You don't think they might have went to Copenhagen," Lars enquired?
"Only if they flew. Taking a train would be much quicker," Rick answered.
Central Station, Stockholm
They got off the train from different cars, him from the front, her from one near the rear. He was dressed in a blue business suit, his usual blond locks cut short and dyed black, and he sported a black mustache along with black horn rimmed glasses. He was pulling a black overnight suitcase, he resembled a lot of the other male passengers.
She was wearing a light gray Herve Ledger dress that fell just below her knees, it was accompanied with a dark blue blazer, with matching coloured 4-inch heeled shoes and a purse slung over one shoulder, she had red hair and wore blue tinted glasses. She was pulling a plaid overnight suitcase.
Once they were out on the curb they flagged down separate taxies but gave the drivers the same destination.
Interpol Office
Rick, Emily and Lars migrated to one of the conference rooms where they were soon joined by Inspector Gabriella Oscarson of the Swedish Police Authority.
Following introductions Rick pulled up the Postcard Murder files from his laptop and posted them on the 72-inch smart television screen. He then began relating to Lars and Gabriella the similarities in the killings, even going as far back as the Branson slaying, why he believed that is where all began, and why he believed that the children were the killers.
Elsewhere in Stockholm
Their first visit was to the Royal Palace because the general admission charge included a trip through the Gustav III Antikmuseum. It consisted of two rooms filled with Roman busts and sculptures, nice but didn't really interest them, and they found no one there worthy of killing.
They left the Royal Palace and walked the three block to the National Museum. The National Museum is Sweden's museum of art and design and was founded in 1792, which makes it one of Europe's oldest art museums. The collections include paintings, sculptures, drawings, graphics, craft and design from early Middle Ages up until present day. In the National Museum's collections you will find works by artists such as Carl Larsson, Anders Zorn, Bruno Liljefors, Rembrandt, Rubens, Goya, Renoir, Degas and Gauguin and many more world renowned artists.
This was more like what they were looking for, they were sure they would find an appropriate couple here…but they didn't.
They were on their way out when they heard a young girl ask her parents if tomorrow they could go to the Viking Museum for which she received an approval after - some constant pleading.
Looking around they found an information counter, went over and asked for information about the Viking Museum. The young female attendant, there handed them a tri-fold brochure on the museum, they thank her, then headed for the exit.
Interpol Office
"So what do you know about them? Gabriella asked. "What is their motive?"
"Well for one thing they are fraternal twins," Rick stated, "as for their motive, that I can only guess at. They are similar in appearance, both tall, have the same color hair and eyes, and from what I can ascertain, both right handed. We know they studied art in college, that they select their victims at art museums and somehow get invited to either the victim's hotel or residence. They have an affinity for Moet & Chandon champagne, that they first subdue the victims with cyclopentolate, which was probably added to their glass of champagne. The vics were then stripped of their clothing, placed in a position resembling a work of art then had their throats slashed."
"And they did all this without leaving any evidence," Gabriella declared, surprisingly.
"Yes they did, "Emily replied before adding, "they wear latex gloves, wipe everything down including the bodies. We're guessing they are nude when they cut the victims throats, then take a shower to rinse themselves off but leave the water running to wash down any evidence."
"And now you believe they are here in Stockholm to continue their killing spree. What makes you think that?" Gabriella stated her voice carrying a tone of skepticism.
"Well, let's look at their route. After the killings in New York City, they went due east to Spain, then north to France, north to England, southeast to Munich, north again to Berlin; the only option left for them is north to Sweden, and from here cross into Finland, ultimately into Russia," Rick explained.
"But they could have left Berlin, crossed into Poland, then on into Belarus…"
"Border conflicts," Lars said interrupting Gabriella, "all routes between Poland and Belarus have been shut down, security is tight."
"Okay. Let's say you're right and they are here; how do we go about finding them," Gabriella said.
"They like to select their victims at art galleries," Emily responded. "My suggestion is beginning tomorrow we place police in all the art museums in Stockholm, men and women in plain clothes. Maybe have them act like a couple, maybe even newlyweds. If we're lucky an undercover couple will be selected."
"Okay, everyone, it's late, would do you say we call it a day. Gabriella, let's meet here in the morning with the undercover selections so we can go over the details with them."
"Sure thing, Mr. Castle; 8:00am should be early enough, The museums don't open until 10:00am."
"Good, see you then. Let's go Em."
Rick and Emily were sitting in Rick' suite at the Clarion Hotel dining on the steak dinners he had ordered for them. Em noticed he was being quiet, a rarity for him. She figured he was thinking about the murders and she wanted to bring him out of his stupor but didn't want to ask him about it directly, so she said, "You know JJ had a thing for you."
"She did huh," he responded while pushing a cut of meat around on his plate.
"Yeah. She was hoping you would invite her up to your room.?
"Really," finally popping the cut of steak in his mouth. "Why?"
"So you would take her to bed and have sex with her."
"What!" He nearly shouted, jerking up his head and dropping his fork, hearing it clatter on his plate.
Em burst out laughing nearly spitting out the drink of wine she had just taken. Rick just stared at her in disbelief, not saying anything until her laughing fit subsided.
"You made that up," he retorted.
"Of course I did, but you were so deep in thought I had to bring you back to the present. What were you thinking about anyway?"
"A way to bring these killers out in the open."
"Did you come up with anything?"
"I think so."
"Want to tell me about it"
"I was thinking we could have a reporter from a newspaper here in Stockholm run an article saying we know they are here and would like to interview them."
"You think they will go for that?"
"I hope so. They are narcissistic, believe themselves to be superior and unique compared to others. Believe themselves to be self-important, preoccupied with power and success. Call Gabriella, she if she knows someone than can do that, have it in the morning edition."
Em went over to where she had placed her jacket, dug in one of the pockets and fished out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts till she found the number Gabriella had given her and press the 'call' icon.
Rick watched as Em went to a quiet corner to make the call. He wasn't able to hear her conversation from where he sat, but upon her return she told him Gabriella had someone in mind, that she would call back.
Fifteen minutes later Emily' phone rang, it was Gabriella so she put the phone on speaker. "Okay guys, I've got the perfect person to do what you're asking. She's not a crime reporter, usually does op-ed pieces, but she has done interviews with criminals. Her name is Dessie Lombard, writes for Den Svenska Posten (The Swedish Post) publishes in Swedish and English. Their building isn't far from your hotel. I can meet you there, we can go over what you want said."
"We're on the way, Gabriella. See you there," Rick said. Emily then pressed 'end call' on her phone.
Leaving their meals to go cold Rick and Em rushed from the hotel and out to the street where they hailed a taxi.
"Where to?" the driver asked once they were inside.
"The Swedish Post building," Em responded.
Gabriella had been correct and eight minutes later they were walking into The Swedish Post building, Gabriella was there to meet them. she led them to the elevator and took them to the third floor, the newsroom. They were introduced to the editor, Malcolm McDonald and Dessie Lombard. Dessie was all of five-feet, two-inches, with brown hair, dressed in jeans and a light blue turtleneck sweater. Her hands were small but her handshake firm and she carried an air of confidence when she spoke.
"Come," Dessie said, leading Rick and Emily to her desk, "we have already started putting something together." She then pulled up a front page image of the paper, the headline in large bold capital letters read, WE KNOW YOU'RE HERE. Directly below the headline it read, And we wish to know your story. From there the article moves to the right side of the page, where the first line, also in bold read," Dear Postcard Killers, followed by the reports name, by Dessie Lombard.
I wish to interview you. I would like to know why you are doing these killings? Where it all began? How you're choosing your victims? Here to help me with some answers is one of your pursuers, but as he has already told me, he can only speculate, and I and my readers want to know the truth. Here is what he has told me so far.
Rick then began telling Dessie his theory including how he got involved, why he has continued his pursuit, and why he won't stop they are captured or killed.
When finished and everyone was satisfied Dessie sent it off for inclusion in the morning edition.
End of Chapter