He could just be some sexual deviant nut job, Fensom groused.
Possibly, the doctor conceded. As I recall, theres no real pattern to his victim type. Hes assaulted a Black woman, an Asian, blondes, brunettes. There has to be something that ties these women togetherthat makes them his type.
Okay, support. Tech support. Maggie wasnt the best-trained person when it came to researching through the KCPD database, but she was a fast learner. I can do that. Look for men recently released from prison convicted of crimes against women.
She could already name at least one suspect who fit the description without typing in a single keystroke. And shed tossed his gift into the trash.
Annie Hermann had a different idea. You know, some sickos can suppress their urges for a while. Or maybe the crimes just havent been reported.
Despite the subtle tension between Annie and Detective Fensom, the chief thought her idea had merit. Its possible he took his game to some other town and now hes back.
Maggie raised her gaze to the chiefs and put forth an idea of her own. Ill access the FBIs database and run a nationwide scan for any reports that match our perps M.O.
Better make that international, Spencer Montgomery suggested. Our guy could have been way off the grid.
Maggie opened up a note pad on her screen and jotted down the task. She scooted the case file with the haunting photos around the table while she typed.
Chief Taylor pulled back the front of his suit jacket and propped his hands at his waist. I know all the scenarios to explain why hes back in KC, doing this sick stuff to women. I want to know how we stop him.
Is this Annie set down her drink and pulled an 8 x 10 of the latest victim from the file.
Bailey Austin. Spencer Montgomery plucked the photo from her hand, perhaps looking at it a little longer than necessary for simple identification before picking up the folder and sliding it back inside. But he was a hard man to read, and maybe Maggie had only imagined the hesitation regarding the victims picture. It doesnt help that his first victim out of the block is the stepdaughter of one of the wealthiest men in Kansas City. Her stepdaddy, Jackson Mayweather, will do whatever it takes to protect his family. That could generate a lot of press we dont want.
And makes us look bad that hes still on the street, his partner added. That has to feed this perps power trip.
Chief Taylor nodded. Ive already gotten a call this morning from Mr. Mayweather, after he talked to the commissioner. Hes agreed to use discretion and defer to us, at least until we get our investigation under way.
Is Miss Austin okay? Montgomery asked.
Look at the pictures, Annie said. She was brutalized.
Im asking, did she survive? Is she alive? Coherent? Maybe Maggie had only imagined an emotional reaction from Detective Montgomery because he cleared his throat and his tone became every bit as clipped and clinical as a scientist discussing his research. Id like to question heras soon as Dr. Kilpatrick here thinks she can handle it. If we cant talk to a suspect, the next best thing is talking with the vic. If we could get a grasp on what she was thinking and doing that made her pop up as a target for this bastard, that might give us a lead to track him down.
Dr. Kilpatrick held the detectives gaze across the table. Id suggest sending an interrogator with a little more tact and compassion than you, Spencer.
I get the job done, he argued.
The police psychologist was unfazed by the chill in his tone. Whoever interviews the women who were attacked needs to understand their victimology. Rape victims require an intuition, an empathy, even, to get them to communicate. You may be dealing with anger, extreme distrust, fear of reprisals. They could be shut down and unreachable. Research indicates that some women even feel they deserved the attack, and wont cooperate with police to catch their rapist.
Nick Fensom swore beneath his breath. Nobody deserves what happened to her.
Kate Kilpatrick nodded. Unless youve been through that, though, its difficult to understand the victimology.
The letter k repeated in row after row on the computer screen as Maggies fingers stilled on her keyboard. Chief Taylor hadnt asked her into the meeting just to take notes after all. She was certain of it.
Detectives, a police psychologist, a crime lab liaison and a security expert. Their presence on the task force made sense. Now she understood that her presence here made sense, too.
Maggie knew what it was like to be a rape victim better than anyone else sitting at this table, as far as she was aware. Shed long ago locked down that part of her life and moved on the best she could to raise her son and provide a healthy, normal existence for them both. But if she could help Bailey Austin recover from her attackif she could get the other victims to talk or offer some unique insight that could prevent the Rose Red Rapist from striking again then maybe it was time to for her to unlock that terrible expertise.
Her attacker had been a free man for precisely forty-three days now. And even though a court order legally prevented Maggie from ever having to deal with her ex-husband again, shed awakened every morning and fallen asleep each night for the past forty-three days, wondering if this was the day Danny Wheeler would return and finish what hed started ten years earlier. The tulip this morning told her shed been right to worry. She knew how frightened Bailey Austin was feeling right nowhow wary and exposed and unable to trust shed be until the bastard whod raped her was put behind bars.
Maggie Wheeler understood victimology. Chief Taylor was a smarter man than he sometimes let on. Hed known exactly what he was doing when hed asked her to join this meeting. Some favor.
Ill let you all work out the details. He was wrapping up the meeting. Montgomerys running this show, but I want a daily report. Anything you need, dont wait and go through channels if theres any kind of delay. You need a warrant, you need to talk to another division, you need access to sealed recordswhatever it might beyou come to me and Ill expedite the request. As of now, this investigation is priority one. Maggie deleted all the extra letters and saved her notes, working up the courage to raise her hand and interrupt. I have a wife and a daughter. I want this bastard off the streets.
The answering chorus of Yes, sirs told her the meeting had ended. People were breaking into smaller discussions. Pike Taylor urged his dog to its feet. The chief opened the door and was leaving the room.
Do it. Ten years of recovery and a hard-won independence urged Maggie to rise to her feet. One gift from her ex wasnt going to intimidate her into sitting on her hands and allowing another woman to be hurt. She had a unique skill that no one else in this room could bring to the table. She breathed in deeply and made her decision. Men like her ex-husband and the Rose Red Rapist didnt get to terrorize the women of Kansas City. Not when she could do something to help stop them.
Do it, she whispered to herself, closing her laptop and hurrying after Chief Taylor. She caught up to him in the hallway just outside his executive assistants office. Chief, could I talk to you a minute?
He pulled back his sleeve and checked his watch before offering her half a smile. I was hoping Id pique your interest. He nodded to the woman at the desk in his outer office as he ushered Maggie through to his office. Brooke, hold my calls.