The I-5 Killer by Rule Ann

Author:Rule, Ann [Rule, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Planet Ann Rule, LLC.
Published: 2014-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

Detective Ron Griesel of the Eugene Police Department took over the investigation at three-thirty that morning. Griesel spent most of the night going over the 7-11. He gathered what slight physical evidence he could find. There were no usable fingerprints. There was adhesive tape in the storeroom, and more of it was found in the street outside the convenience store. There were a Band-Aid box and a Band-Aid, thrown away when the robber was through with them. Saline swabs were brushed across the victim's nipples on the faint chance that the suspect's blood type might be isolated in the saliva he'd left there.

Griesel found what might have been a real bonus: the television camera that constantly scans the aisles and counters of all 7-11 stores. Several frames from the videotape were snipped and then frozen. But when they were blown up, they proved to be disappointing; in some of the frames, the man was out of sight below the counter. In others he appeared only as a tall, slender figure in a dark jacket whose hood obscured his features. He was as elusive on videotape as he had always been.

There seemed to be no end to it. The map on Kominek's office wall had new flags marking new incidents, more drawings of the familiar bearded face. The man had been prowling for more than three months, and the weary detective wondered if they were any closer to catching him than they had been at the outset of the probe.

As if to thumb his nose at the police again, the suspect hit three days later; he didn't even bother changing cities. He had varied his pattern only a little; he was working later. Three in the morning at the 7-11. This time, a little after nine at the Taco Time on River Road in Eugene. The two teenage girls on duty were back in the kitchen area, and the place was empty of customers. The girls were wary; they'd read about the I-5 Killer and they were nervous whenever the business lulls came.

They heard the front door open and looked up to see the tall dark man in the khaki jacket and watch cap walk directly into the food-preparation area. They couldn't see his hands; he had them jammed in his pockets.

Seventeen-year-old Connie Soldano didn't wait to see what he wanted. She bolted and ran toward the back door.

"Stop!" the man shouted, and she half-turned and saw that he was pointing a little silver pistol at her. She kept on going, expecting to feel a bullet in her back.

And then she was free.

She ran into a neighboring Dairy Queen and grabbed the phone to call the Lane County Sheriff's Office. She felt guilty, leaving her friend alone, and she begged the operator to send help at once.

The big man had turned his attention to his lone captive.

"You! You squat down on the floor and don't move."

Terri Brady did as she was told, and the man ran out. Moments later the Taco Time was surrounded by police officers.

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