them.â
âThatâs another difference from the Lowmanâs shooting, then,â Saleda remarked.
Porter held up a hand. âWait, but if heâs closing their eyes to keep them from seeing him, why the pieces over the eyes? Could he hate himself so much he needs a double layer?â
âDoubtful. Itâs more likely heâs using the pieces as a calling card. After all, they do always point us to his motivation for the kill,â Saleda said. âThe receipt for order number 333. Maitlyn OâMearaâs driverâs license, when he obviously targeted her because her license plate number was 33 3RBC. The keys on victim three.â
Jennaâs gaze flitted to the photo Porter held of the third victim, Ainsley Nickerson. Her ex-husband had found her inside her apartment, 333J, where heâd come by after she didnât answer his phone calls about picking up their eight-year-old daughter from her weekend visit. Sheâd been shot in her bathtub, and two keys were placed over her closed eyes. One was her apartment key, the other a key to her motherâs home. Both had been removed from her own key ring.
Jenna imagined a faceless shooter bending over this woman heâd just shot thrice in the torso to ease her eyelids shut, almost as though she were sleeping. The gesture was intimate. Tender, even. The act of closing someoneâs eyes after death made blue burn even brighter in Jennaâs mind.
âThe pieces might be calling cards, but closing the eyes of the dead is something someone does as a gesture of reverence, of sorrow,â Jenna said. She tried to force her mind to see the crimes in the carmine shade her brain reserved for the needless, horrific acts of violence often committed by psychopaths with no driving force other than to derive shock value, but the cool blue kept creeping in and washing over it. âThis guy isnât trying to draw attention to himself or taunt us. Heâs remorseful.â
Saleda shrugged. âIt could fit. If heâs schizophrenic, he wouldnât necessarily have complete control. Maybe he realizes what heâs done after the fact.â
âSo him not closing peopleâs eyes at the grocery store makes even less sense . . .â Porter said.
âExcept the time and date still point to him as our UNSUB,â Saleda replied.
âBut what would make him deviate so drastically from the current MO? Why seven people and not just one person who happened to be checking out at Lowmanâs at 3:33 or whatever?â Porter asked.
âGood damned question,â Jenna mumbled, taking the picture of Ainsley Nickerson from him. The redhead had two bullets in her chest, one in her right shoulder. If the shooter was facing her, that was consistent with the thinking that the Lowmanâs shooter was right-handed. âIf the shooter fired at Ainsley Nickerson standing about six feet away from the bathtub, he mustâve fired in rapid succession. Thatâs about the only way to explain the shoulder shot. Recoil. Someone military-trainedâhell, even a redneck who spent every evening growing up in his backyard shootingâwould probably hit closer to the same mark on all three shots, right?â
âUnless he trained with a military that spends all their time playing Xbox instead of at target practice,â Porter answered.
âMore evidence this guy isnât trained. Check,â Jenna said.
âSo what now?â Porter asked, looking to Saleda.
Saleda let the folder sheâd been skimming drop to the table. She removed her black frames from her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. âLocals still have roadblocks set up to cover a sixty-mile radius. Iâve got Irv cross-referencing the Triple Shooterâs known victims with the grocery store victims just in case we get lucky. Iâm not really expecting a connection, but itâd be nice. In the meantime, Porter, you and I
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