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head uncertainly. “Maybe new to the area, but I’d bet my retirement that he’s killed before. He’s too thorough. I’m betting he’s had lots of practice. ”
    Lew chuckled. “At the rate the economy’s going, your retirement won’t get you a grass hut in Costa Rica.”
    “Ha. Ha. Our boy has to have some place to dispose of the bodies and I suspect it’s nearby. What do we have in the area?”
    I turned at the sudden silence behind me. Lew was staring at the photos. “You know they’re dead, don’t you? ”
    I looked at Lew. I hadn’t realized he still held out hope for the girls. I nodded. “Yeah . ”
    After a moment, he looked down at his list . “Three warehouses, all of which have been checked thoroughly, numerous empty lots likewise checked and a few abandoned houses that are still being searched. Oh, here’s one. A n old monastery , abandoned about fifty , sixty years ago . I don’t think anyone’s been there yet. And of course, there ’s the bay , b ut i f he’s dumping them there, none ha ve surfaced yet . Want to check out the monastery ?”
    A monastery , I thought. It would take a real pervert ed bastard to desecrate a monastery – l ike someone who kills young girls and carts off their bodies over roofs . “Yeah, let’s give it a look. My ex-wife always said I needed to go to church more often.”
    “ Oh? The one who left you for the butcher or the one who’s shacking up with your ex-girlfriend?”
    I threw Lew a dirty look. “The first one. I don’t speak to my last ex. I’ve never forgiven her for coming between me and my girlfriend.”
    This drew a chuckle from Lew. My esteemed partner never knew when I was telling the truth or lying through my teeth. I enjoyed embellishing tales of my failed marriage s for his entertainment. This miniscule amount of joy was more than my short-lived marriage s produced, the reason I remain a devout bachelor. I can’t place all the blame on my two exes, but they certainly didn’t make life any easier.
    I grabbed my coat and filled my travel mug with coffee from the unending pot just outside the captain’s office. I think he placed it there deliberately so he could see who was goofing off. I waved my mug at his scowling face as I left. He motioned to me but I pretended I didn’t see him and rushed out.
    Lew drove. It was his turn and I had more thinking to do. I sat back in the passenger seat of his Ford Explorer, noticing the radical change of viewpoint from my Acura. Now, I knew why Lew drove so aggressively. It was like riding high up in a piece of heavy equipment , looking down on all the other drivers . It g ives the driver a sense of aloofness.
    Aloofness – I could safely pin on our perpetrator this one characteristic . He held other people, especially the authorities , in contempt. He did n o t fear capture ; therefore , he did n’t feel the need to curb his lust for killing. He was an intelligent person, arrogant , agile and strong with a penc hant for helpless young women . This made him doubly dangerous.
    I had investigated far too many young girls’ deaths to let one case get under my skin , but it was . I guess it was because I could n’t place myself inside the killer’s mind. What was his motive – perverted sexual pleasure? That didn’t fit the evidence . Sure, the girls were all pretty, but there were prettier girls much easier to abduct . The city was full of them. No, I didn’t see the sex angle here nor was he the collector type, a trophy killer. If so, why take the entire body? Trophy killers usually took small souvenirs, body parts or articles of clothing.
    T hen there was the problem of the blood? A clever murderer would clean up after himself. Girls go missing every day. No one would even be certain there had been a crime committed. It was as if he wanted us to know about the crime, or , what was worse did n’t care that we knew. This last bothered me deeply. A killer with contempt for the law had no remorse,