Happy Face Killer Page #3

That's very impressive.

Look, if Uncle Sam wants

to waste taxpayer money

bringing in the FBI,

I can't stop him.

But this isn't

Mayberry,

and I'm not Andy.

I'd like to see the body.

Her blood?

Yeah.

I can also confirm

time of death was

48 to 56 hours ago,

agent Gand.

We still haven't I.D.d her.

FBI will run

a thorough

DNA match.

And look at this.

From a place

called "O' Finn's Tavern,"

in Portland.

Whoever did this

has strong hands.

The wounds

all indicate that.

The strangulation marks

are pretty severe.

Euphoric rage.

The murderer

savors the struggle.

It's highly personal,

no weapons used.

It's intimate.

I'll need you to check

for latent prints

in the blood

on this marking here.

You got it.

A happy face...

It's a taunt.

He thinks he's smarter

than everybody else,

that he can't get caught.

Any leads, Sheriff?

So far,

we got three clues.

One, the bloody

happy face.

Two, the stamp on the back

of the victim's hand

from "O' Finn's Tavern,"

which tells us

she was in Oregon

when she was murdered,

and three,

the zipper from her jeans

was cut-out.

Probably a souvenir

for the killer.

I've seen that before.

May also be a deliberately

false detail to distract us.

Well, even still,

we find who has

that part of her jeans,

he might be our killer.

We have to contact

the police in Portland,

see who's been

reported missing.

I'll have my team

investigate the dump site

here in Washington.

That looks delicious.

Well, it's

a treat for me.

I don't get to bake

for anyone anymore.

I can't tell you

the last time I had

a home-cooked meal.

I mean, all I eat

on the road is junk.

How you holding up?

I'm all right, I mean...

It's a little weird

living here alone,

but I'm not one to complain.

Forks!

Sure.

Yeah...

Is that you,

Jesperson?

I thought you two

were honeymooning in Honolulu.

This guy...

Good one.

Hey, hey,

it's the Mountie!

I know you?

You still keep that stupid

postcard of Dudley Do-Right

on your visor?

Hey, I got myself

a new boyfriend,

and it's the real thing,

And I'm going to go

out on the road with him.

And let me tell you something,

Mr. Mountie,

weirdo truck driver man...

He's screwing me

way better than you.

I remember you now.

You are the one

that always wears a flea collar.

Maybe I'm too sensitive

sometimes,

but when people get cute

and sarcastic with me,

I see red.

And that's when

they have to pay.

And if I don't get

the respect I'm due,

it's gonna go downhill

real fast.

Do you recognize this girl?

No.

Really?

Because she had your bar's name

stamped on her hand.

It's not my business.

See, that's unfortunate,

for you.

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