Murder in the First
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The psychiatrist, Dr. Brent, was finally making some headway into the case; he had been seeing this patient for about a year now. The patient was middle aged. He was trying to come to the beginning of the psychosis. He had put the patient under hypnosis and was trying to go as far back as memory would allow. In reviewing his notes he could pinpoint what his patient thought was close to the start of the problem.
“I am waiting for the mailman, I know that dirty magazine will be delivered this week. I know that if daddy gets it, I am going to be forced to “play” with him again. Maybe if I can hide it he won’t remember it, maybe he will stop forcing me to “play” with him.” She told him while she was under hypnosis. She told the psychiatrist, that about two years after her mother died, her father started to sexually assault her. He continued to abuse her right up into high school.
“I guess he stopped because I kicked him in the balls, one night when he came into my room.” She said with a stifled laugh, I was 17. But I started to work out and I took self-defense classes I was becoming much stronger than the 6 year old, I used to be. He didn’t want to fuck with me anymore, he knew I could kick his ass.”
When asked what exactly took place during this time period, she replied “What, are you a pervert too?”
He told her no I am not a pervert. I was asking to gain insight into your condition. So far as I can determine, you were assaulted by you father for a period of about eight years?”
“Yes that sound about right the asshole, can’t really call him a dad can you?”
“I don’t suppose you could.” He replied.
“I never did.” Was the simple response.
“So when did you start dating boys, or did you date boys?”
“Meaning what? Did I become a lesbian?”
“Did you?”
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“So you never had sex with men?”
“I never said that. You wanted to know if I became a lezzie”
“I asked when you started to have sex on your own terms.”
“When I started to have sex on my own terms? Well then that would be another story altogether wouldn’t it?”
“Well then maybe we should leave it for another session. It looks like our time is up for today.
Mike needed a Day off; he had been working 12 hours a day since Candi Mayers had been discovered; now since Ms Vicki Chandler, it had also been seven days a week plus twelve-hour days. This case had already dragged into 3 months since the first victim and he could not see the end coming any time soon. He had been interviewing family members, friends, and neighbors, trying to find a link between them. He wanted something other than the fact they were all adult entertainers. None of the victims knew each other, or at least they were not friends. They had all taken classes taught by Professor Charles Drake, but not at the same time. Professor Drake taught 4 separate courses of Psychology. One of the girls had taken only one, and one had attended two of his courses, Vicki had attended the most she had taken all four of his courses.
The problem was nothing had happened in this case in nearly two weeks. There was no new information, leads, no tips, and thankfully, no new bodies. He had knocked on a thousand doors, literally, to no avail. There was no one talking, it was as if the killer just decided to beam down to earth one day and start rampaging throughout the Houston area, unnoticed. The news media wasn’t letting him rest either. Ever since the death of the judge’s daughter, Ms. Chandler, they had been like sharks. They smelled blood, and that meant they had a lead story, or the front page, every day. Not even mentioning what was being said in the editorial pages every day. They would claim that the department was incompetent, unable to find a threat to the city’s safety. Women should stay off the streets in Houston, because the cops couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to protect them. They stopped short off saying he was a drunken fool, who couldn’t find his ass with both hands, but just barely. Mike’s boss Captain Reeves was on his case daily asking for updates. He was beginning to use the Thesaurus to find new ways of saying nothing new was forthcoming. Mike knew that he would find this monster, and he knew that the media would find every reason not to retract anything, but he didn’t care about them. He just wanted the creep off the streets.
Andrea was having a rough time of it as well. She was running every one of the girls’ names through a computer, which would be able to connect them by social security number, drivers license and addresses. The computer would be able to tell you if they have ever been employed at the same job, were ever neighbors, who they were related too, and what organizations they were members of. The computer was as blind to these girls, as they were, nothing of any consequence turned up.
Andrea began to think whom fit the typical serial killer profile, Mid 30’s compulsive, detailed oriented, highly intelligent, and a loner. She added what information they already knew based on the methods employed in the killings. They were looking for someone who was, if not a medical professional, at least familiar with the field, enough to know about the relationship of MAO inhibitors and heart attacks. They would be aggressive sexually. The killer would most likely be insecure about their own sense of dominance, especially toward beautiful women. And hate any form of adult entertainment.
Then something snapped, the hair, they hadn’t found any of it. They would have the hair. Or at least a lock of it, they would want something to prove they were dominant.
But would the killer keep it all? Unlikely she thought. But what would they do with it? Throw it away most likely. But something kept nagging her; it was the little girl that she saw at the hospital on the day she went to see Nathan. She was a cancer patient, and had lost all of her hair. If the killer worked in a hospital they may be donating the hair to a salon, or the hospital program, for chemotherapy patients.
So she entered a search for wig shops in Houston, she gained nearly ten thousand hits. She needed to narrow her search. It was difficult, but she finally was able to get a more manageable number, and even then she only decided to contact the top ten. What she did was describe the types of hair, of the victims, and the dates of their death. Had any hair been donated without its owner, i.e. just the hair, matching the description? One shop had had hair donated within a day off each murder. And it was always just the cut hair.
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