“The rest of the message maybe? You can’t,” he says, pulling up a picture on his iPad of the judge’s wife he strung from a building. I turn and let them have a moment as she sobs into his chest. Seconds later, the broken shell of man runs in, and he grabs his daughter who cries out. I gesture with my head to let him in, and they open the door. He’s been temporarily released just for this.
We still haven’t figured out how to charge her father for what he did. She’s not fit to be interviewed right now. She’s crying so hard that it’s hard to understand her words, but I think I understand her well enough to spare her more questions. That’s all I had to do, and he’d let me live.”
“And he ordered you to show me this?” I ask, still trying to follow her. Told me to follow his orders precisely, and he’d let me live.” “He said he’d kill me if I didn’t follow his orders. “Did he tell you where he was going?” I ask her. She refused until you arrived,” she says, answering my silent question.Įrica tears at the bandage, pulling it off, and I see the words he’s carved into her skin. Blood has seeped through the bandage, and I look at the female officer closest to me. “This,” she says, moving the blanket and tugging up her skirt to reveal her inner thigh that is bandaged. “Show me what, Erica?” I ask her, gingerly crouching in front of her, making myself appear smaller, less threatening. I’m at a loss, carefully taking a step forward. “He said I couldn’t show anyone until…you…No one but you.” “He…told…me…to contact you…just you,” she says through her sobs. Her eyes dart to mine, and immediately she starts sobbing. “I’m Supervisory Special Agent Bennett,” I say softly, trying to keep my tone warm and non-imposing. She’s terrified, understandably so, and has most likely already had several panic attacks if someone got too close. Three men and one woman are in there, all of them giving her a wide berth. She’s shaking, her eyes wide and panicked, and a blanket is draped around her. Why leave her in this town? Why let her go at all?Ī thousand questions are flitting through my mind as I walk into the room they’re holding her in. She said she couldn’t speak to him until she spoke to you.”Ĭonfused, I walk quickly into the police station, leaving the introductions to Craig. Her father hasn’t even been allowed in yet. She said we had to come here, and she’d only talk to you.
The girl is so traumatized that she wouldn’t let them bring her to us. “A sexual sadist who has been on a killing spree doesn’t just release a victim.” It clashes severely with his profile,” I tell Craig as we pull up to the police station. Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
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