Murder by Numbers Page #3

-Good. Then you can walk me home.

-Sure.

Thank you.

Sit down.

l should get going.

What's the rush?

Can l ask you a personal question?

l can hardly wait.

How did you get into this work?

Why homicide?

Someone l knew was murdered,

and l got interested.

-Really?

-No.

l'm just bullshitting you.

lt's just the kind of crap

people like to hear.

Wait.

What are you doing?

lt's called sex.

lt's fun, you should try it.

We gotta work together.

This is a bad idea.

Don't worry, l won't get possessive.

Wait.

-Why are you doing this?

-Because l want to.

What about what l want?

What do you want?

-Right now?

-Yeah.

This.

Wait. Slow down.

No, no, leave that on.

Just that. Please.

Sure.

What's the matter?

-You gotta get up, you gotta go.

-Why?

Because l gotta get some sleep.

-Can we sleep together?

-Bed's too small.

-No, it's not.

-Come on, you gotta go.

Jesus!

l'll see you tomorrow. Good night.

The evidence is so tiny,

you wouldn't recognize it.

A few red and yellow carpet fibers,

some hair.

That's it.

The fibers will be tested to find

generic and subgeneric classes. . .

... then compared to a database

for the manufacturer.

Fibers consistent with a mass-produced

variety, made in Denver.

Distributed in the

United States under several names.

-No help.

-Same with the red fibers.

Several trilobal nylon fibers. . .

. . .along with other

fibers will be matched with a brand.

lt's sold by Hanover Sampson

for several discount stores.

That narrows it down.

They sold 50,000 in that color last year.

Examination of the cuticle,

cortex and medulla of the hair. . .

... will reveal them to be human.

Two brown human hairs.

Definitely not the victim's.

All but one.

At first, it will baffle them.

One hair of nonhuman origin, scale

matches Cynocephalus maimon.

lt's a freaking baboon hair.

No fingerprints, no murder weapon.

They have their work cut out for them.

That's what they're paid for.

Coroner said strangulation was slow.

Perhaps the victim was being tortured.

The postmortem stab wounds

barely broke the surface.

Okay, that's it.

They'll decide that, given the sloppy

nature of the crime scene. . .

. . .the postmortem mutilation. . .

. . .the profile will be that

of a disorganized offender.

Poor social skills.

Nocturnal by nature.

Probably into pornography.

Intelligent, but uneducated.

Lives alone,

few relations with women.

Attack was spontaneous.

Unplanned.

He didn't drive down close

to the dump spot. That is planning.

But he left the footprints.

No evidence will lead to the suspect,

but they'll damn him.

-When will they have a suspect?

-They're eating out of our hands.

Poor Ray. He'll never see it coming.

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