Speaking it out loud helped her understand how strange it seemed.
The guy was not only invited in, but apparently invited into the bedroom. That means that the likelihood that he was actually invited is a small one. He had a key. Or knew where a spare one was located.
She went on before she derailed herself with new thoughts and projections.
I want to look at these pictures because there are two odd things that stand out to me. Firstlook at how all four of them are lying perfectly flat on their back. Their legs are relaxed and well-postured. Its almost as if they were staged to look that way. And then theres one other thing and if were dealing with a serial killer, I think this might be the most important thing to note. Look at Mrs. Kurtzs right hand.
She gave the other four people in the room the chance to look. She wondered if Harrison would notice what she was getting at and blurt it out. She gave them three seconds or so and when no one said anything, she carried on.
Her right hand is resting on her husbands thigh. Its the one part of her body that is not perfectly laid out. So either this is a coincidence or the killer did place their bodies in this position, purposefully moving her hand.
So what if he did? Rodriguez asked. Whats the point?
Well, now look at the Sterlings. Look at the husbands left hand.
This time she did not make it three seconds. It was Dagney who saw what she was referencing. And when she answered, her voice was thin and on edge.
Hes reaching out and placing his hand on his wifes thigh, she said.
Exactly, Mackenzie said. If it were just one of the couples, I would not even mention it. But that same gesture is present with both of these couples, making it evident that the killer did it with some intention.
But for what? Rodriguez asked.
Symbolism? Harrison suggested.
It could be, Mackenzie said.
But thats not really much to go on, is it? Nestler asked.
Not at all, Mackenzie said. But at least its something. If its symbolic to the killer, theres a reason for it. So heres where Id like to start: Id like to get a list of suspects that have been recently paroled for violent crimes that were linked to home invasions. I still dont think it was a home invasion per se, but its the most plausible place to start.
Okay, we can get that for you, Rodriguez said. Anything else?
Nothing just yet. Our next course of action is to speak with the family, friends, and neighbors of the couples.
Yeah, we spoke to the Kurtzes next of kin a brother, sister, and a pair of parents. Youre more than welcome to go back to them, but they didnt offer up much of anything. The brother of Josh Kurtz said that as far as he knew, they had a great marriage. The only time they fought was during football season when the Seminoles played the Hurricanes.
What about the neighbors? Mackenzie asked.
We spoke with them, too. But it was brief. Mostly about the noise complaint they filed about the yapping dog.
So thats where well start, Mackenzie said, looking over to Harrison.
And without another word, they stood and were out the door.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mackenzie found it a little unsettling to revisit the townhouses. While standing in the beautiful weather as they approached the neighbors house, the knowledge that there was a bed in the next townhouse over that was coated in blood seemed surreal. Mackenzie suppressed a shudder and looked away from the Kurtzes townhouse.
As she and Harrison made their way up the stairs to the neighbors front door, Mackenzies phone dinged, letting her know that she had received a text message. She pulled out the phone and saw that the text was from Ellington. She rolled her eyes as she read it.
Hows the rookie working out for you? Miss me yet?
She nearly responded but didnt want to encourage him. She also didnt want to seem aloof or distracted in front of Harrison. She knew it was a conceited thing to think, but she was pretty sure he was looking to her as an example of sorts. Given that, she tucked her phone back into her pocket and walked up to the front door. She allowed Harrison to knock and he even did that with great caution and care.
Several seconds later, a flustered-looking woman answered the door. She looked to be in her mid-forties. She was dressed in a loose-fitting tank top and a pair of shorts that may as well have been nothing more than panties. She looked like she was probably a regular at the beach, and had obviously been to a plastic surgeon for her nose and possibly her breasts.
Can I help you? she asked.
Are you Demi Stiller?
I am. Why?
Mackenzie flashed her badge with an expert swiftness that she was getting much better at. Were agents White and Harrison with the FBI. We were hoping to speak with you about your neighbors.
Thats fine, I guess, Demi said. But we already spoke to the police.
I know, Mackenzie said. I was hoping to go a bit deeper. As I understand it, there was some frustration over the dog next door when they spoke to you.
Yeah, there was, Demi said, ushering them in and closing the door behind them. Of course, I had no idea that they had been killed when I made that call.
Of course, Mackenzie said. Were not here about that, anyway. We were hoping you might be able to give us some insights into their lives. Did you know them at all?
Demi had led them to the kitchen, where Mackenzie and Harrison took a seat at the bar. The place was laid out just like the Kurtz residence. Mackenzie saw Harrison looking skeptically toward the stairs off of the adjoined living room.
We werent friends, if thats what youre asking, Demi said. Wed say hi if we saw one another, you know? We grilled out on the back patio with them a few times, but thats about it.
How long were they your neighbors? Harrison asked.
A little more than four years, I guess.
And would you consider them good neighbors? Mackenzie followed up.
Demi gave a little shrug. For the most part. They had some noisy get-togethers here and there during football season but it wasnt too bad. I honestly almost didnt even call in the complaint about the stupid dog. The only reason I did is because no one answered the door over there when I knocked.
I dont suppose you know if they ever had any regular guests, do you?
I dont think so, Demi said. The cops asked the same sort of thing. My husband and I thought it over and I dont ever remember seeing any cars parked over there regularly unless it was their own.
Well, do you know if they were involved in anything that might get us some people to talk to? Any sort of clubs or weird interests?
Not that I know of, Demi said. As she spoke, she was looking at the wall, as if trying to see through it and into the Kurtzes townhouse. She looked a little sad, either for the loss of the Kurtzes or simply to have been dragged into the middle of this.
Youre certain? Mackenzie pushed.
Pretty certain, yeah. I think the husband played racquetball. I saw him going in a few times, just coming back from the gym. As for Julie, I dont know. I know she liked to draw but thats only because she showed me some of her stuff one time. But other than thatno. They pretty much stayed to themselves.