strain of having a job that required them to witness the dead bodies of the

brutally murdered and then find out who had done it.

 

Lorne was twirling a pen between his long fingers.

 

Peckham gazed directly at Puller and Knox. He said, “We got your call, Agent

Knox. And we know you requisitioned the files. You explained a little but not a

lot. I’m afraid we’re going to need to hear the whole story before we can jump

into this again.” Lorne looked up from his pen-twirling. “And what’s the Army’s

connection?” Puller answered, “We’re trying to see if your serial killer might

have abducted someone from Fort Monroe about thirty years ago.” “He killed. He

didn’t abduct.” “And he might have killed this woman too, but her body wasn’t

found,” noted Knox.

 

Peckham shook his head. “Don’t think so. Way the bodies were disposed of, the

guy wanted them to be found.” “So you’re sure it was a man?” asked Knox. “Four

women murdered? Pretty sure it was a guy.” “The women weren’t sexually

assaulted,” pointed out Knox.

 

Lorne shook his head. “But they were beaten to death, or strangled, or their

throats were cut. Now, granted, a woman could have cut a throat, but the beating

and strangling, that’s a guy’s fingerprint.” Puller nodded in agreement. “We

were curious why the investigation at Fort Monroe didn’t connect up with yours

back then.