Jack.McEvoy.01.The.Poet.1996 by Connelly Michael
Author:Connelly, Michael [Connelly, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00
"Is that Jack? Well, Jack we don't know what fantasy.
That's the point. We are coming at it from the wrong direction. We don't know the fantasy that motivates this killer and what we are seeing and guessing about are the parts.
We may never know what rocks his world. He's down from the moon, Jack. The only way we'll really ever know is if he decides to tell us someday."
, I nodded and thought of another question. I waited until it was clear no one else had anything.
"Uh, Agent Brass-I mean, Doran?"
:'Yes?"
"You might've already said this, but what about the poems? Do you have any more of an idea how they fit?"
"Well, they are obviously being used in exhibition. We noted this yesterday. This is his signature, and though he obviously wants to elude capture, at the same time his psychology is such that he just has to leave a little something that says, Hey, I was here. This is where the poems come in. As for the poems themselves the correlation is that they all are or can be read as being about death. There is also the theme that death is a portal to other things, other places.
"Through the pale door,' I believe, is one of the quotes he used. What it may be is that the Poet may believe he is sending these men he has killed to a better world. He is transforming them. It's something to think about when we consider the pathology of this individual. But once again, we come back to the instability of all our conjectures. It's kind of like we are looking through a full trash can to try to find out what somebody ate for dinner last night. We don't know what this man is doing and we won't until we have him."
"Brass? Bob again. What are you reading on the planning of these crimes?"
"I'll let Brad answer that."
"This is Brad. Uh, we're calling this guy a modified traveler. Yes, he is using the whole country as his canvas but he is staying put for weeks and sometimes months at a time.
This is unusual in our prior profiling. The Poet is not a hitand-run killer. He hits and then he stays around for a while.
We are to expect that during this period the hunter watched the hunted. He must come to know his victim's routines and nuances. Possibly, he even strikes up a passing acquaintance. That's something to look for. A new friend or acquaintance in each detective's life. Maybe a new neighbor or guy at the local bar. The situation in Denver also suggests that he may come at them as a source, someone with information. He may be using a combination of these approaches."
"Which leads to the next step," Backus said. "After contact."
"Power," Hazelton said.. "After he gets close enough to these victims, how does he take control? Well, we assume he has some kind of weapon that initially allows him to take theirs, but there is something more.
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