Russell Blake - Silver Justice
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Russell Blake
Silver Justice
Chapter 1
We found it.
Assistant Special Agent in Charge Silver Cassidy grabbed the radio hooked on her belt, thumbed the transmit button, and raised it to her mouth.
Where?
The sick bastard threw it down the garbage chute. Special Agent Seth Thompsons ironic tone was unmistakable even over the radio. Seven floors. Its hard to recognize it as a head now. Bumpety bump bump.
Nice. Forensics will go crazy for this one, she said, glancing at the group of agents standing near the bedroom door.
She caught a flash of her reflection in the hallway mirror and paused to plump her dark brown hair. The morning had been a whirlwind, between the early call on the latest murder and trying to get her daughter to school before heading to the crime scene. She knew she looked tired and harried, having had no time for makeup or hair gel in the rush.
That was fine. As the head of the FBI task force hunting this serial killer, Silver didnt need a glamorous look or a ready-for-the-cameras presentation in order to be taken seriously. She was the no-nonsense presence representing the Bureau leadership on the investigation, so everyone at the crime scene gave her a respectfully wide berth.
A generally good idea before shed imbibed her second cup of coffee.
Static burped at her from the two-way again.
You got anything more up there? Seth asked.
Silver paused, considering possible responses as she turned towards the floor-to-ceiling glass of the living room, taking in the West Side apartments magnificent view of Central Park and the Manhattan skyline. Some people knew how to live.
Or in this case, where to die.
Just more of the same. Body in the bedroom tied to the bed. Evidence of loss of bodily functions and a whole lot of bloodhe didnt go easily. Over.
Silver shook her head and pursed her lips. This was victim number four for their killer, who had been kind enough to leave a laser-printed calling card that she knew could have been made on any of tens of thousands of HP laser printers that used the same toner.
One of the forensics techs had bagged it after dusting it carefully. She caught Silvers eye, then shook her head. Nothing. Clean as everything else had been on this frustrating hunt. Still, patience would pay off. They would find something. They just needed to look a little harder
This was a murderer who reveled in the limelight. He clearly wanted to be known, so much so that hed been willing to help the process along by contacting the press with photos following the first killing. The papers had gone berserk after that. One of the Florida rags had made the shots of the victim and the calling card the central feature of their front page treatment after the ruthless and sensational slaying. As a publicity grabber the little rectangle was elegant and brief, offering two words on one side.
The Regulator.
The media had immediately picked up on the moniker, and now that was the case name.
The FBI had kept the messages neatly printed on the opposite side to itself standard operating procedure to ensure there were elements only the real killer could know about. This one said: Cooler heads prevail. She knew from lab reports on the earlier slayings that the message had been printed at the same time the card had been created. Premeditation wasnt even in question.
Silver adjusted her belt, shifting the Glock 23 in the hip holster over, already sweating in the navy blue FBI windbreaker she wore over her blouse and slacks. They had taken over the crime scene from the NYPD detectives, who had reluctantly acceded federal jurisdiction given that this was an interstate killer. A few uniformed patrolmen waited in the hall, securing the area, and the two homicide detectives whod initially been assigned to the case were keeping them company, unwilling to completely remove themselves from the action but finding themselves with nothing to add.
What do we know, people? she called out to the remaining group, all FBI, mostly male, white, and older than her. At thirty-six she was considered young to be running such a high-profile investigation, especially in the boys club that the Bureau continued to be all the FBIs marketing photos and insistence on politically-correct diversity notwithstanding. But Silver had earned her position and didnt make any excuses; she was used to swimming upstream in a mans world had been doing so for as long as she could remember. Shed been proving herself since her training days, when shed graduated second in her class at Quantico she would have been first had she not annoyed one too many instructors with her independent attitude and been marked down accordingly.
That still stuck in her craw. By rights, she should have been first.
Supervisory Special Agent Sam Aravian, a tall, gangly man with olive skin and an unruly head of black curly hair, emerged from the bedroom and shot her a worried glance.
This one is grislier than the last. It looks like he was tortured, judging by the lacerations, he reported, shaking his head. Im thinking the killer was trying to get information out of him.
Little soon to speculate, dont you think? Silver cautioned.
Sam turned his head towards the dining rooms picture window and rolled his eyes, thinking Silver wouldnt catch his expression in the dim reflection. She let it go.
Have we got anything from the doorman? Any witnesses? What about security cams? Tell me this isnt four in a row where the perps a ghost
Nothing so far. The maid found him. NYPD is interviewing her with two of our agents, but she doesnt know much, and shes still in shock. It isnt every day you find your employer of six years doing the headless horseman thing, Sam offered, biting short the rest of his remark when he caught the look in Silvers eye.
Silver keyed the radio again.
Seth. What are you going to need to process the downstairs?
We have the garbage room sealed off, and two techs are on it. They called upstairs and have someone going over the chute room, too. Ill be up in a few minutes. But I dont need to tell you this is going in an ugly direction.
Silver looked out at the park again and wondered when they would catch a break. It had been six weeks since the first killing, three weeks since the last, and they were no closer to closing in on the killer than when the first victim had been discovered in his car with the calling card stuck in his mouth, stabbed to death and left to drown on his own blood. That modus operandi, coupled with the killers contacting the press and promising more killings, had galvanized the Bureau into creating a serial killer task force even before hed slain his second victim.
Besides the lack of any breaks in his having been seen or caught on camera, she was concerned with how clean the crime scenes were. That implied at least a passing familiarity with forensics, which didnt bode well for their hunt. This was an organized, patient planner who hadnt slipped up.
Yet.
But they always did.
That wasnt completely true, though, was it? an internal voice chided her, reminding her of the ones that had gotten away.
The Capital City murderer.
The Grim Sleeper.
The Zodiac Killer.
The Original Night Stalker.
Every time she was on one of these cases her worst nightmare was that her quarry would turn out to be the next Jack the Ripper or Zodiac and simply disappear into the fog one day after a run of devastating brutality on her watch. That fear kept her driving hard and had molded a herculean work ethic which had served her well.
Okay, Sam. Lets make sure we get statements from everyone who could have potentially seen anything, Silver said, turning to survey the scene. We should probably go to the surrounding buildings and talk to anyone who had a sightline on this place. Although thats a longshot, given the timing.
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