FOLLOW THE LEADER - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

        
Colin said, “This killing fits into a pattern. There have been five of them, counting her. The first four were one month apart. The first body was discovered in LA. ; next three were located in or around Death Valley National Monument. The park is huge. Might be the biggest in the U.S. This is where it gets hinky. A whole year goes by before the next killing. Then, as you know, we discover her body on the sidewalk in front of an apartment building.
         We were all silent for a bit.
         “We know the initials mean something,” I said. “But what about the location? Where they dumped the body.”
         “No clue.”
         “Terry?” I prompted.
         “Were the other locations clues of some sort?” he asked.
         “Don’t know.”
         Colin slowly turned the pages.
         Somehow the fact that the body lay on bare cement made it more sickening.
         We said nothing.
         Then Colin sat back in his chair. “So the question becomes: Is Katherine Rollins Number Five? Or is this a copycat killing? If it’s the latter, the perp got all the details right. I mean exactly right. We’ll get to the details in a minute. General questions?”
         “Were all he victims female?” I asked.
         “All except one. Older black dude they found in a vacant lot. Dressed like a cowboy. L.A. cops made him as a pimp or a dealer.”
         I looked down at my watch. It was time to wind it up. Take our notes and leave the building.


        







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