Caribbean Rain by Rick Murcer

Author:Rick Murcer [Murcer, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: USA
Publisher: Murcer Press
Published: 2013-05-12T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter-34

“Damn, this is a real piece of work,” said Dean. The trace of admiration in his voice was undeniable. Alex turned in his direction, and his first reaction was of disgust, but also . . . veneration . . . same as Dean, though admitting it would be like a married woman saying she was waiting for Mister Right.

“That’s kind of sick, you know,” Alex said.

“I get that and you got to be a bit touched to do what we do, si? But this guy, and I’m pretty sure our butcher is a guy, was as precise and intentional as any killer I’ve seen, in any class, anywhere, online or in living color. It’s like he played it out in his head, then executed with no concern for making mistakes. I also—”

“Go back a second,” said Alex, leaving the second stainless-steel table in the row of four. He walked to where Dean had just separated the last leg from the torso of the gruesome, eclectic body from the bathroom stall.

“What?”

“You said you were sure this killer is male. Make your case.”

Dean stripped off his blue latex gloves, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Ever notice how these new gloves come off so much easier?”

Alex grinned. “Hell yeah, they’re the best yet. Don’t chap my hands either.” He glanced at the floor and shook his head. “Oh shit. Sophie’s right: latex makes me tingle.”

“Hey, you’re not alone.”

“Somehow, that doesn’t comfort me much.”

He motioned to Dean to continue.

“Right. Well, first thing is that ninety-eight percent of all serial killers are male between twenty-two and forty-five.”

“Nothing new there. Keep going.”

“Another issue is the strength it would take to cut these folks the way he did. Cutting through bone, even with an edge as incredibly sharp as this one, is no easy game. The blade still needs to be brought down with true force. Unless the killer is some exotic female Ninja with years of training and wears boxers instead of lace.”

“You mean like the kind of woman you might see in the movies or read about in comic books?”

“That’s it, boss, like that.”

Alex watched Dean finger-rolling the edge of his unkempt beard, He’d receded into his own world. There was no other way to describe it; he’d checked out.

“You okay?”

Dean’s eyes snapped back to this dimension and he gave Alex a weak grin. “Yep. Just thinking this through.”

“Well, think out loud.”

“All right. Like I started to say before, it’s like he planned this piecing of the bodies together. The cut-angle on each body part was no accident. The bastard had to be planning this from the moment he felt the hilt of that weapon in his hands, otherwise the limbs wouldn’t have fit together so precisely.”

“I’m glad you’re sticking to the science. What else?”

“If what I’ve said about the strength that’s needed to take these people out didn’t convince you this perp is male, how about the width of his hand?”

Alex raised his eyebrows. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Raising the mangled

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