Let your imagination loose, Agent Paige had said before they started. Visualize lots of details. Dont worry about getting the little things right. But try to get the big picture right the atmosphere, the mood, the setting.
Then shed turned out the lights for ten minutes.
Now that the lights were on again, Agent Paige walked back and forth in front of the lecture hall.
She said, First of all, tell me a little about the Patom Lounge. What was it like?
A hand shot up in the middle of the hall. Agent Paige called on the male student.
The place wasnt exactly elegant, but it was trying to look more classy than it was, he said. Dimly lit booths along the walls. Some kind of soft upholstery everywhere suede, maybe.
Lucy felt puzzled. She hadnt pictured the bar as looking anything like this at all.
Agent Paige smiled a little. She didnt tell the student whether he was right or not.
Anything else? Agent Paige asked.
There was music, playing low, another student said. Jazz, maybe.
But Lucy distinctly remembered imagining the din of 70s and 80s hard rock tunes.
Had she gotten everything wrong?
Agent Paige asked, What about the Maberly Inn? What was it like?
A female student held up her hand, and Agent Paige picked her.
Kind of quaint, and nice as motels go, the young woman said. And pretty old. Dating to before most of the really commercial motel chain franchises came along.
Another student spoke up.
That sounds right to me.
Other students voiced their agreement.
Again, Lucy was struck by how differently shed pictured the place.
Agent Paige smiled a little.
How many of you share these general impressions both of the bar and the motel?
Most of the students raised their hands.
Lucy was starting to feel a little awkward now.
Try to get the big picture right, Agent Paige had told them.
Had Lucy blown the whole exercise?
Had everyone in the class gotten things right except her?
Then Agent Paige brought up some images on the screen in front of the classroom.
First came a cluster of photographs of the Patom Lounge a night shot from outside with a neon sign glowing in the window, and several other photos from inside.
This is the bar, Agent Paige said. Or at least this is how it looked back around the time of the murders. Im not sure what it looks like now or if its even there.
Lucy felt relieved. It looked much like she had imagined it a rundown dive with cheaply paneled walls and fake leather upholstery. It even had a couple of pool tables and a dartboard, just like shed supposed. And even in the pictures, one could see a thick haze of cigarette smoke.
The students gaped in surprise.
Now lets take a look at the Maberly Inn, Agent Paige said.
More photos appeared. The motel looked every bit as sleazy as Lucy had imagined it not very old, but nevertheless in bad repair.
Agent Paige chuckled a little.
Something seems to be a little off here, she said.
The classroom laughed nervously in agreement.
Why did you visualize the scenes like you did? Agent Paige asked.
She called on a young woman who held up her hand.
Well, you told us that the killer first approached the victim in a bar, she said. That spells singles bar for me. Kind of cheesy, but at least trying to look classy. I just didnt get an image of some working-class dive.
Another student said, Same with the motel. Wouldnt the killer take her to a place that looked nicer, if only to trick her?
Lucy was smiling broadly now.
Now I get it, she thought.
Agent Paige noticed her smile and smiled back.
She said, Agent Vargas, where did so many of us go wrong?
Lucy said, Everybody forgot to take into account the victims age. Tilda Steen was just twenty years old. Women who go to singles bars are typically older, in their thirties or middle-aged, often divorced. Thats why youve visualized the bar wrong.
Agent Paige nodded in agreement.
Go on, she said.
Lucy thought for a moment.
You said she came from a fairly solid middle-class family in an ordinary little town. Judging from the picture you showed us earlier, she was attractive, and I doubt that she had trouble getting dates. So why did she let herself get picked up in a dive like the Patom Lounge? My guess is she was bored. She deliberately went someplace that might be a little dangerous.
And she found more danger than shed bargained for, Lucy thought.
But she didnt say so aloud.
What can we all learn from what just happened? Agent Paige asked the class.
A male student raised his hand and said, When youre mentally reconstructing a crime, be sure to factor in every bit of information youve got. Dont leave anything out.
Agent Paige looked pleased.
Thats right, she said. A detective has to have a vivid imagination, has to be able to get into a killers mind. But thats a tricky business. Just overlooking a single detail can throw you way off. It can make the difference between solving the case and not solving it at all.
Agent Paige paused, then added, And this case never did get solved. Whether it ever will well, its doubtful. After twenty-five years, the trails gone pretty cold. A man killed three young women and theres a good chance hes still out there.
Agent Paige let her words sink in for a moment.
Thats all for today, she finally said. You know what youre supposed to read for the next class.
The students left the lecture hall. Lucy decided to stay for a few moments and chat with her mentor.
Agent Paige smiled at her and said, You did some pretty good detective work just now.
Thanks, Lucy said.
She was very pleased. The slightest bit of praise from Riley Paige meant a great deal to her.
Then Agent Paige said, But now I want you to try something a little more advanced. Shut your eyes.
Lucy did so. In a low, steady voice, Agent Paige gave her more details.
After he killed Tilda Steen, the murderer buried her in a shallow grave. Can you describe for me how that happened?
As shed been doing during the exercise, Lucy tried to slip into the murderers mind.
He left the body lying on the bed, then stepped out of the motel room door, Lucy said aloud. He looked carefully around. He didnt see anybody. So he took her body out to his car and dumped it in the back seat. Then he drove to a wooded area. Some place that he knew pretty well, but not very close to the crime scene.
Go on, Agent Page said.
Her eyes still closed, Lucy could feel the killers methodical coldness.
He stopped the car where it wouldnt be easy to see. Then he got a shovel out of his trunk.
Lucy felt stumped for a moment.
It was night, so how would the killer find his way into the woods?
It wouldnt be easy to carry a flashlight, a shovel, and a corpse.
Was it a moonlit night? Lucy asked.
It was, Agent Paige said.
Lucy felt encouraged.
He picked up the shovel with one hand and slung the body over his shoulder with the other. He trudged off into the woods. He kept going until he found a faraway place where he was sure nobody ever went.
A faraway place? Agent Paige asked, interrupting Lucys reverie.