Once Taken (6 page)

As Alford spoke, his voice was drowned out by the TV helicopter as it hovered directly overhead. He gave up trying to say what he meant to say. Riley could read the profanities on his lips as he looked up at the aircraft. Without rising, the helicopter swung away in a circle. The pilot obviously intended to circle back this way.

Alford took out his cell phone. When he got someone on the line, he yelled, “I
told
you to keep your damned chopper away from the site. Now tell your pilot to take that thing up above five hundred feet. It’s the law.”

From Alford’s expression, Riley suspected that the person on the other end was giving him some resistance.

Finally Alford said, “If you don’t get that bird out of here right now, your reporters are going to be barred from the news conference I’ll be giving this afternoon.”

His face relaxed a little. He looked up and waited. Sure enough, after a few moments the helicopter rose to a more reasonable height. The noise from its engine still filled the air with a loud and steady drone.

“God, I hope we don’t get a lot more of this,” Alford growled. “Maybe when we cut the body down, there’ll be less here to attract them. Still, in the short run, I guess there’s an upside. The hotels and B&Bs are getting some extra business. Restaurants too—reporters have got to eat. But in the long run? It’s bad if tourists get scared off from Reedsport.”

“You’ve done a good job keeping them away from the scene,” Riley said.

“I guess that’s something,” Alford said. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

Alford led Riley and Lucy nearer to the suspended body. The body was held in a makeshift chain harness that wrapped around and around it. The harness was tied to a heavy rope that looped through a steel pulley attached to a high crossbeam. The rest of the rope descended to the ground at a sharp angle.

Riley could see the woman’s face now. Once again, her resemblance to Marie shot through her like an electric shock—the same silent pain and anguish that her friend’s face had displayed after she’d hanged herself. The bulging eyes and the chain that gagged the mouth made the sight all the more disturbing.

Riley looked at her new partner to see how she was reacting. Somewhat to her surprise, she saw that Lucy was already taking notes.

“Is this your first murder scene?” Riley asked her.

Lucy simply nodded while she wrote and observed. Riley thought she was taking the sight of the corpse awfully well. A lot of rookies would be off vomiting in the bushes at this point.

By contrast, Alford looked decidedly queasy. Even after all these hours, he hadn’t gotten used to it. For his sake, Riley hoped that he’d never need to.

“Not much of a smell yet,” Alford said.

“Not yet,” Riley said. “She’s still in a state of autolysis, mostly just internal cell breakdown. It’s not hot enough to speed the putrefaction process along. The body hasn’t started melting down from the inside. That’s when the smell would get really bad.”

Alford looked more and more pale at this kind of talk.

“What about rigor mortis?” Lucy asked.

“She’s in full rigor, I’m sure,” Riley said. “She probably will be for another twelve hours.”

Lucy still didn’t look the least bit fazed. She just kept jotting down more notes.

“Have you figured out how the killer got her up there?” Lucy asked Alford.

“We’ve got a pretty good idea,” Alford said. “He climbed up and tied the pulley in place. Then he hauled the body up. You can see how it’s anchored.”

Alford pointed to a bundle of iron weights lying next to the tracks. The rope was tied through holes in the weights, knotted carefully so that it wouldn’t come loose. The weights were the kind that might be found in weight machines at a gym.

Lucy bent down and looked at the weights more closely.

“There’s almost enough weight here to completely counterbalance the body,” Lucy said. “Odd that he dragged all this heavy stuff with him. You’d think he’d have just tied the rope directly to the pole.”

“What does that tell you?” Riley asked.

Lucy thought for a moment.

“He’s small and not very strong,” Lucy said. “The pulley didn’t give him enough leverage by itself. He needed the weights to help him.”

“Very good,” Riley said. Then she pointed to the opposite side of the train tracks. For a brief stretch, a partial tire track veered off the nearby pavement onto to the dirt. “And you can see that he pulled his vehicle up very close. He had to. He couldn’t drag the body very far on his own.”

Riley examined the ground near the power pole and found sharp indentations in the earth.

“It looks like he used a ladder,” she said.

“Yeah, and we found the ladder,” Alford said. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Alford led Riley and Lucy across the tracks to a weather-beaten warehouse made of corrugated steel. There was a broken lock hanging from the hasp of the door.

“You can see how he broke in here,” Alford said. “It was easy enough to do. A pair of bolt cutters would have done the trick. This warehouse isn’t used for much, just long-term storage, so it’s not very secure.”

Alford opened the door and switched on the fluorescent overhead lights. The place was, indeed, mostly empty, except for a few shipping crates swarming with cobwebs. Alford pointed to a tall ladder leaning against the wall next to the door.

“There’s the ladder,” he said. “We found fresh dirt on its feet. It probably belongs here, and the killer knew about it. He broke in, dragged it out, and climbed it to tie the pulley in place. Once he got the body where he wanted it, he dragged the ladder back here. Then he drove off.”

“Maybe he got the pulley from inside the warehouse too,” Lucy suggested.

“The front of this warehouse is lit up at night,” Alford said. “So he’s bold, and I’ll bet he’s pretty fast, even if he isn’t very strong.”

At that moment there came a sharp, loud crack outside.

“What the hell?” Alford yelled.

Riley knew immediately that it was a gunshot.

Alford drew his gun and charged out of the warehouse. Riley and Lucy followed with their hands on their own weapons. Outside, something was hovering in circles around the pole where the body was hanging. It made a steady buzzing sound.

Young Officer Boyden had his pistol drawn. He had just taken a shot at the small drone that was circling the body and was getting ready to take another.

“Boyden, put that damned gun away!” Alford shouted. He holstered his own weapon.

Boyden turned toward Alford with surprise. Just as he was putting away his weapon, the drone rose higher and flew away.

The chief was fuming.

“What the hell did you think you were doing, firing your weapon like that?” he snarled at Boyden.

“Protecting the scene,” Boyden said. “It’s probably some blogger taking pictures.”

“Probably,” Alford said. “And I don’t like that any more than you do. But it’s illegal to shoot those things down. Besides, this is a populated area. You ought to know better.”

Boyden hung his head sheepishly.

“Sorry, sir,” he said.

Alford turned toward Riley.

“Drones, hell!” he said. “I sure do hate the twenty-first century. Agent Paige, please tell me we can take that body down now.”

“Have you got more pictures than the ones I saw?” Riley asked.

“Lots of them, showing every little detail,” Alford said. “You can look at them in my office.”

Riley nodded. “I’ve seen what I needed to see here. And you’ve done a good job keeping the scene under control. Go ahead and cut her down.”

Alford said to Boyden, “Call the county coroner. Tell him he can stop waiting around twiddling his thumbs.”

“Got it, Chief,” Boyden said, taking out his cell phone.

“Come on,” Alford said to Riley and Lucy. He led them to his police car. When they got in and were on their way, a cop waved the car past the barricade onto the main street.

Riley took careful note of the route. The killer would have brought his vehicle in and out along this same route that both Boyden and Alford used. There was no other way into the area between the warehouse and the train tracks. It seemed likely that someone would have seen the killer’s vehicle, although they might not have thought it unusual.

The Reedsport Police Department was nothing more than a little brick storefront right on the town’s main street. Alford, Riley, and Lucy went inside and sat down in the chief’s office.

Alford placed a stack of folders on his desk.

“Here’s everything we’ve got,” he said. “The complete file on the old case from five years ago, and everything so far on last night’s murder.”

Riley and Lucy each took a folder and began to browse through it. Riley’s attention was drawn to the photos of the first case.

The two women were similar in age. The first one worked in a prison, which put her at some degree of risk for possible victimization. But the second one would be considered a lower risk victim. And there was no indication that either of them frequented bars or other places that would make them especially vulnerable. In both cases, those who knew the women had described them as friendly, helpful, and conventional. And yet, there had to be some factor that drew the killer to these particular women.

“Did you make any headway on Marla Blainey’s murder?” Riley asked Alford.

“It was under the jurisdiction of the Eubanks police. Captain Lawson. But I worked with him on it. We found out nothing useful. The chains were perfectly ordinary. The killer could have picked them up at any hardware store.”

Lucy leaned toward Riley to look at the same pictures.

“Still, he did buy a lot of them,” Lucy said. “You’d think some clerk would have noticed someone buying so many chains.”

Alford nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s what we thought at the time. But we contacted hardware stores all around these parts. None of the clerks picked up on any unusual sales like that. He must have bought a few at a time, here and there, without attracting a lot of attention. By the time he got around to the murder, he had big pile of them handy. Maybe he still does.”

Riley peered closely at the straitjacket the woman was wearing. It looked identical to the one used to bind last night’s victim.

“What about the straitjacket?” Riley asked.

Alford shrugged. “You’d think something like that would be easy to track. But we got nothing. It’s standard issue in psychiatric hospitals. We checked all the hospitals throughout the state, including one real close by. Nobody noticed any straitjackets missing or stolen.”

A silence fell as Riley and Lucy continued looking at reports and photos. The bodies had been left within ten miles of each other. That indicated that the killer probably didn’t live too far away. But the first woman’s corpse had been dumped unceremoniously on a riverbank. Over the five years between murders, the killer’s attitude had changed in some way.

 “So what do you make of this guy?” Alford asked. “Why the straitjacket and all the chains? Doesn’t that seem like overkill?”

Riley thought for a moment.

“Not in his mind,” she said. “It’s about power. He wants to restrict his victims not just physically but symbolically. It goes way beyond the practical. It’s about taking away the victim’s power. The killer wants to make a real point of that.”

“But why women?” Lucy asked. “If he wants to disempower his victims, wouldn’t it be more dramatic with men?”

“It’s a good question,” Riley replied. She thought back to the crime scene—how the body had been so carefully counterbalanced.

 “But remember, he’s not very strong,” Riley said. “It might be partly a matter of choosing easier targets. Middle-aged women like these would probably put up less of a fight. But they also probably stand for something in his mind. They weren’t selected as individuals, but as
women
—and whatever it is that women represent to him.”

Alford let out a cynical growl.

“So you’re saying it was nothing personal,” he said. “It’s not like these women
did
anything to get captured and killed. It’s not like the killer even thought they especially deserved it.”

“That’s often how it goes,” Riley said. “In my last case, the killer targeted women who bought dolls. He didn’t care who they were. All that mattered is that he saw them buy a doll.”

Another silence fell. Alford looked at his watch.

“I’ve got a press conference in about a half hour,” he said. “Is there anything else we need to discuss before then?”

Riley said, “Well, the sooner Agent Vargas and I can interview the victim’s immediate family, the better. This evening, if that’s possible.”

Alford knitted his brow with concern.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “Her husband died young, maybe fifteen years ago. All she’s got is a couple of grown-up kids, a son and a daughter, both with families of their own. They live right in town. My people have been interviewing them all day. They’re really worn out and distraught. Let’s give them till tomorrow before we put them through any more of that.”

Riley saw that Lucy was about to object, so she stopped her with a silent gesture. It was smart of Lucy to want to interview the family immediately. But Riley also knew better than to make waves with the local force, especially if they seemed to be as competent as Alford and his team.

“I understand,” Riley said. “Let’s try for tomorrow morning. What about the family of the first victim?”

“I think there might still be some relatives down in Eubanks,” Alford said. “I’ll check into it. Let’s just not rush anything. The killer’s in no hurry, after all. His last murder was five years ago, and he’s not liable to act again soon. Let’s take time to do things right.”

Alford got up from his chair.

“I’d better get ready for the press conference,” he said. “Do you two want to be part of it? Have you got any kind of statement to make?”

Riley mulled it over.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said. “It’s best if the FBI keeps a low profile for the time being. We don’t want the killer to feel like he’s getting a lot of publicity. He might be more likely to show himself if he doesn’t think he’s getting the attention he deserves. Right now, it’s better for you to be the face people see.”