Authors: Madeleine Urban,Abigail Roux
The old man nodded with a confused look at Ty and then at the book.
Ty stood up quickly, thrusting the book back into the old man’s hands. “Garrett!” he called out excitedly.
Zane appeared around one of the long bookshelves, moving toward him quickly and obviously alarmed. “What?” he demanded worriedly.
“I think you just broke this fucking case,” Ty said to him with a grin.
“Go find a copy of that book,” he ordered as he pointed at the hardback the old man held gingerly in his hands.
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ane watched the activity from between the blinds of a small storefront across the street from the crime scene. He’d been watching for twenty Z minutes, not moving at all. Ty stood beside him, a little further away from the window because he was restless and couldn’t quite stand still.
They watched as the local police set up a perimeter to keep out curious bystanders, cordoned off possible witnesses, and spread plainclothes agents through the gathering crowd to spot possible suspects. They watched Detectives Pierce and Holleman stand and scratch their heads in bewilderment, and they watched Ross and Sears arrive with Henninger and Morrison in tow and scratch their heads, too. They watched the medical examiner arrive—the new one—followed by two techs and a body bag.
“Looks pretty chaotic. I think we can get in and out and never be seen,” Ty murmured to Zane. “The ME is new; he won’t know us. And you know he’s got it pretty cleared out in there now as he examines the body.”
Zane nodded slowly, still watching. He pulled out his phone, hit a few buttons, and waited. Down on the street, Henninger dug out his phone.
“We’re going in with the ME. Keep the rest out,” Zane said shortly.
After a long moment in which the other agent answered, he snapped the phone shut, a grim look on his face. “Let’s go,” he said quietly. “Around the block and through the back. Entrance through the back.”
Ty nodded and followed silently. They’d been leaving the bookstore with their newly purchased collection of Poe stories when they’d received the call, and he was almost eager to see if this newest murder would fit into their theory.
They headed outside and around the block, well away from the gathered law enforcement, and came in through the back alley where the ambulance was parked. There were just a couple cops to stand guard. A quick flash of their badges and some officious government snarls at the overworked men, and they were in.
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narrow runner of plastic laid over the slick and sticky floor. Each room was bloody. They found the new ME in the living room.
The man looked over his shoulder at them. “You’re the team from the Bureau?”
Ty glanced at Zane and then back at the ME. “What can you tell us?”
he asked without answering the question.
“Occupant of the house is a seventy-one-year-old male. We don’t know if he’s the victim yet, but he’s nowhere to be found. No way to tell time of death just yet except for the congealing of the blood. I’d say anywhere from three to five hours,” the examiner told them. He stood up from where he crouched, carefully keeping his hands away from his own body. His gloves were stained almost to the wrists. “We’re still finding pieces around the house. I figure most of the victim is here.”
“How was the scene discovered?” Zane asked stoically.
The ME glanced between them. “The victim’s heart was delivered to Federal Plaza with this address on a return address label.”
“The heart?” Ty echoed flatly.
The ME nodded and merely looked at him as Zane rubbed his hand over his eyes, flinching painfully. Ty glanced around and pursed his lips. The blood that was visible was beginning to dry and grow darker. There were indeed pieces, just as the man had said. It was like a scene from some camp slasher movie. But Ty wasn’t registering the absolute horror of the scene he was calmly perusing. Instead, he found himself trying to fit it into the profile he had made of the killer all those months ago.
“Anything else remarkable?” Zane forced himself to ask. He wanted—needed—to get out of there. Very soon. It was messing with his head.
“The murder weapon,” the ME answered with a nod. He had one of the crime scene techs lead them over to a dresser that was decked out with a white cloth and tapers in silver candlesticks. On a tarnished silver platter in the center of the cloth was a gore-caked hacksaw.
Zane took one good look, nodded sharply and turned away, clenching his trembling hands into tight fists. It wasn’t the blood and carnage that bothered him so much; it was the idea that someone did this to another living person, that it was so obviously planned.
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placement of the murder weapon curiously, intrigued by it.
“They found it like this?” he asked with a wave at the platter.
The tech nodded. “We’re the only ones who’ve been in this room, sir.”
Ty turned and looked over the room, glancing at Zane and then back at the bloody floor again. “Anything else?” he asked the crime scene guy.
“The only thing we’ve found that’s odd is a hole cut in the floorboards. We’re pretty sure the murder weapon was used to do it,” the tech answered.
“Where’s the hole?” Zane demanded.
“Bedroom. Here, I’ll show you,” the man answered as he pointed to a nearby doorway. “But it’s not a hole. The killer covered it again,” he added hastily as he led them into a front room of the house. “We haven’t lifted the cover yet. We just finished taking photos.”
Ty frowned down at the crudely cut square in the floor. “This dude’s nuttier than squirrel shit,” he muttered.
The tech glanced at him and bit his lip to keep from smiling.
Zane carefully knelt down, staring at the cracks in the wood.
“Gloves,” he asked, holding up one hand.
The tech blinked down at him, then glanced at Ty.
“Don’t you think maybe you should let the crime scene dudes do this, Hoss?” Ty asked Zane pointedly.
“Give me some fucking gloves,” Zane growled.
The tech pulled some out of his pocket and handed them over without questioning. After pulling them on, Zane started slowly tracing the cracks in the floorboards with his fingers. Ty watched wordlessly, recognizing Zane’s gears turning but too annoyed with him to care.
All Ty knew was that their perp was getting frustrated with the lack of progress the Feds had been making, and he was now putting on a show. It felt almost like he was excited. The scene had a sense of manic glee to it, something none of the other scenes had carried with them. Ty looked over his shoulder, back in the direction of the room with the platter and the murder weapon, flanked by silver candlesticks.
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about his own mental stability. The killer had no way of knowing they were back on the case yet. If their theory was correct, he had nothing to be celebrating.
Kneeling on the floor, Zane pulled at the cutout of the hardwood floor with his fingers, but it was too tight to lift. He reached into his jacket sleeve and pulled out one of his knives, sliding it into the gap between the boards and applying pressure carefully.
The board lifted easily. He pulled it away and set it aside, then reached for the next one.
“What are you doing?” Ty asked in alarm as Zane began destroying the crime scene.
Zane looked grimly down into the hole as he lifted a second floorboard. “Take a look,” he said to Ty as he sat back.
Ty and the tech both bent over the hole and peered down into it.
Inside was a simple piece of white construction paper. Drawn on it in blood was a stylized heart.
“Weird,” the tech observed flatly.
Ty turned his head to look at the man, then down at Zane. “Probably our token. What’d you expect to find?” he asked curiously.
Zane shrugged distractedly. “I don’t know. Had hardwood floors growing up, used to hide things under them,” he explained in a troubled voice.
He stood up, peeling the gloves off and handing them to the tech. “Thanks,”
he said quietly before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
Ty stood still and watched Zane retreat with a frown, then looked back down at the note left under the floorboards. He sighed and looked back up. Even in here, far removed from what appeared to be the main crime scene, there was blood and gore.
“Takes a real madman to do this to another human being,” the ME
said to him softly from the doorway where he’d been watching.
Ty gave the ME a glance and shook his head, taking stock of the fact that he himself was trying to figure out how the perp had done it
physically,
rather than mentally or morally. He stood and walked slowly to the door, standing beside the man.
“Scarier still,” he murmured to the medical examiner as he looked through the house to the back porch where Zane stood. “I don’t think he’s crazy at all,” he said softly as he left the room carefully, making certain he Cut & Run | 283
stayed on the plastic on his way out.
Zane stood outside, a cigarette already lit. He didn’t move when Ty came out onto the porch. The dark circles under Zane’s eyes were pronounced, and he looked exhausted and ill. His eyes were still blank, as if he was thinking about something so hard that he was almost zoning out over it.
Ty reached over and took the cigarette from between his lips, putting it out against the thick denim of his jeans. He then put the butt in his shirt pocket and looked away toward the back alley. Zane had to be out of it to be smoking at a fucking crime scene. He didn’t know what evidence the smoke might destroy.
“Better get going before anyone else tries to come in,” Ty said to him in annoyance. “Henninger can’t hold them off for long.”
They ducked around the ambulance just as they heard Gary Ross’s deep voice, and Zane led the way back out of the alley and down the street, away from the scene. They stopped moving six blocks away, and Zane pulled out another cigarette, getting that deep-in-thought look in his eyes again.
Ty gently reached out and plucked the cigarette from his fingers.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he requested calmly.
Zane’s eyes followed the unlit cigarette in confusion, and he blinked owlishly when he looked up at Ty. “What?” he asked, reaching to take the cigarette back.
Ty pulled it further away, holding it out of reach as he looked at Zane pointedly.
Zane’s brows drew together, and he took a few seconds to review the last minute. “Oh … I was thinking about the floorboards,” he said, looking at Ty’s hand and then back up at his eyes.
“What about them?” Ty prodded.
“
The Tell-Tale Heart,
” Zane answered with a nod. “You were right.
He’s re-enacting Poe stories. Where that gets us, I don’t know. It’s a relief to finally see the pattern though.” He wrinkled his nose, gave up on the cigarette, and pulled the crumpled pack out of his pocket to get another.
Ty sighed and handed the cigarette back. “Okay,” he said. “So we get that book out, make a list of the murders, and send it to Henninger,” he suggested. “But you’re right, it gets us nowhere closer to him. That scene was
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of his profile.
Zane took the cigarette and tapped it on the pack, but now he was focusing more on Ty’s reaction to giving it back. He didn’t want Zane to smoke. That must be it. He remembered Ty’s wry voice: “Those things will kill you.” He slid the cigarette back into the pack and stuffed it into his pocket.
“How so?” he asked belatedly.
Ty merely shrugged and looked down, frowning. “Come on,” he said softly as he stepped to the side and began moving again, “I need to write some shit down.”
Zane rubbed a hand over his face, and they headed back to where they’d parked. It took a while to get back to the seedy motel they’d picked out, and they were both quiet the whole way. Once in the room, Zane shucked the jacket, the weapons, and his boots, and immediately laid face down on the bed. Maybe if he dozed, something would come to him.