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wife’s blood.
Titus sighed and tapped his foot, not sure if the man was really in that much
pain or just putting on an act so he wouldn’t have to talk anymore.
    “Sorry, Detective. We need to get this man to a
hospital. He may have a concussion and his blood pressure is dropping. There
may be some internal bleeding.”
    “Yeah, yeah,
okay. I guess this can wait until tomorrow. We’ve got enough to go on so far
anyway.”
    The EMTs laid Reed back onto the gurney and
wheeled him outside. Reporters were already crowding the sidewalk, swarming
like flies over carrion. Titus followed the EMTs out to get his moment in the
media spotlight. When Titus walked out, the first person he saw was Lieutenant
Woo, the official head of the Family Man Task Force.
    Woo was a figurehead. His job was
mostly to handle the media and give them clever sound bites that painted the
PPD in the best possible light. He hadn’t stepped one foot onto the crime
scene, but he was out there talking as if he personally had the whole case
wrapped up. He made repeated references to his team and his taskforce.
The press looked bored and annoyed. Apparently, they didn’t buy his act either.
Baltimore had been running the investigation long before the task force was
established and, in spite of the so-called task force, it was still his show
and everyone knew it.
    “Detective Baltimore! Detective Baltimore! What
happened here? Are they all dead? Is it the Family Man again? Do you have any
suspects?”
    “You can get rid of that Family Man
tag. I’ve got a better name for you . . . Marcus Davis. He has been positively
identified and we will have him in custody before the sun rises. I promise you
that. Now if you’d excuse me, I have an investigation to conduct.”
    He turned and strode back into the
house, ignoring all the questions and secretly patting himself on the back for
how well he’d handled the ghouls. Always leave them hungry for more. And there
would be more. There was still the arrest and the trial. Titus would make
certain that neither Lieutenant Woo nor some hot shot DA would steal his glory.
He would make sure the press knew what an airtight case he’d handed the
District Attorney’s office, a case that a monkey could win.
    Yeah, he would put it just like that,
“a case that a monkey could win.” That should
make sure that credit went where it was due. He laughed to himself. They had
given him this case because no one had been able to solve it so far, and they figured the hotshot detective would do no
better. They were all standing around waiting for him to fall on his face. He
showed the fuckers.
    The eight-man task force that was
assigned to the “Family Man” murders, led by Lieutenant David Woo, who everyone
called Big Bird because he was Chinese and nearly 6’8”, had not done a damn
thing. Officially, Titus and his partner, Detective James, were part of the
task force. Unofficially, they were the task force. The others were just
legmen, gophers, and backup in case they needed it. They were good for running
down leads, cataloguing phone tips, and doing follow up research, but when it
came to the crime scene investigations and interviewing suspects and witnesses,
Titus wanted the other detectives as far away as possible. Lieutenant Woo
wasn’t a problem, either. He only showed up to
do TV interviews and get daily progress reports on how the investigation was
going. He was still out there with the press, trying to put in the groundwork
for a run at the Police Commissioner’s office. Titus understood the man’s ambition.
He had ambitions of his own.
    After nearly a year of work on these
killings, the case had solved itself and two other serial-killer cases still on
the books. Malcolm Davis. As Titus thought about the cases, he began to see the pattern. It was a downward
spiral, a degenerative cycle. The increasing number of victims, from single men
to couples to entire families, was a sign of control loss. It was like a