Thread: Blind Spot

Chapter Ten Sitting in their office the two of them talked about the case, Kyle flicking through a copy of the MEs report and glancing up at the photographs that Katya had taken at the crime scene and had pinned up on the wall. Something was still bothering him, but he couldnt put his finger on it. Katya had made good points when theyd been at the park, but in the back of his mind he could still hear the advice his partner had given him his first day in homicide. Kyle, most murders are committed by someone the victim knows, Dale had told him, as they investigated their first murder case together. Dale had retired two years later, now he was living down in Florida, but Kyle had never forgotten those words. Rising to his feet, Kyle crossed to where Katya had pinned up the photographs shed taken that morning, his eyes scanning over them, searching for something that would lead them to whoever had committed this crime. His eyes lingered on the close up of the girls face, eyes wide open and the ugly wound in her throat, then moved to the spilled books from her bag and the red ribbon between the pages before he turned back to Katya. Lets head down to the college, interview a few of her friends and see if we can get a picture of her life before last night, said Kyle, as he finally closed the report and tossed it onto his desk. Katya had been right at the park, there had been no indications of a struggle by the victim, nothing under her fingernails or anything like that, and no sign of any sexual assault, pre, or post, mortem. They could also return to the crime scene and take another look around now the crime scene unit had finished their work theyd be able to look around more. Maybe theyd find something the CSU missed, although Kyle doubted that. Katya nodded and gathered her computer and camera, before the two of them left their office and headed for the elevator. The preliminary autopsy report was waiting for them when they had arrived back in the office. The more detailed exam and tox screens would take a little while longer. CSU would have all the pictures, prints, etc by the next morning unless they got backed up again. That had happened in several cases. With an open murder though, those tended to get priority. For the moment, they would have to do with the pictures Katya took and printed off. While Kyle had studied the picture wall, she had run through any updates on the cases they already had. Some were waiting on call backs, others lab work, a precious few were ready to be closed or kicked up to the DA. The unit really needed two or three more pairs of detectives but with the budget problems that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Without a word, Katya grabbed her stuff and followed her partner out the door. As they passed Bryans off, he was arm deep in paperwork, she gave him a nod and he nodded back. Things between them had been...good as of late. He ignored Kyle unless work required it and then it was very formal. Mikey had reported back that try as he might, he couldnt get Bryan to open up anything. He was polite but managed to dodge or deflect any attempts the detective had made to draw him out. Katya could have told Mikey that he was a pro at things like that. It might sound odd but I definitely want to visit that area tonight, she said to Kyle as they go into the car. Hes not going to show up but I want to see what they both saw out there. Thats not odd Katya, its good police work. He glanced over at her. You still think hell repeat? I dont know about here because he hasnt set up shop already. I checked the other precincts and they dont have any case like it so hes just passing through or.... she looked over at him. We have a new boy in town. The rest of the drive was in silence at the thought of that. --------------------------------------- As they pulled up to the area in the park, Kyle nodded towards where the body had been. We have a visitor. Most of the police tape had been removed but a few pieces remained to show where it happened. Standing before it was a young woman, taller than the victim with red hair. Before she got out of the car, Katya snapped a few shots of the woman. This is where it happened. This is where they found MaryBeth. The woman hadnt looked up when the detectives approached. CSU had just about vacuumed the area up so there was little sign of what had been there earlier. Still, the woman knew where not to stand. . Yes, Katya said softly. She was found here this morning. I'm Detective Komarovsky and this is Detective Darius. I take it that you knew Ms Anders? Can I ask your name? They had found out she was a college student from out of town so they were spared the duty of having to tell the parents. Katya had looked the place up in Wikipedia and saw it was a typical, midwestern small town in Iowa. Probably hadnt had a murder in years there. The woman nodded. Megan Wheeler. Shes....she was my roomie. When she didnt come back.... I thought she fell asleep in the library with her face in a book. Shed done it before. I said she was trying to learn through osmosis. The woman, Megan, started to chuckle but they quickly turned to sobs. Instinctively, Katya hugged the woman to her. There wasnt anything she could say to make it better, just to hold her while it passed. What can you tell us about her? Asked Kyle, keeping his voice soft, gentle as he spoke. Katya was good at this, comforting friends and families of victims she seemed to have a gift for it, a natural empathy, which they responded too. Not much, Im afraid, answered the girl, Megan, after about thirty seconds, as she regained a little of her composure. We were roommates, like I said, but we didnt really have much in common, we didnt even take the same courses, except Pre-Law. Marybeth wanted to be a lawyer. She told me her parents were so proud that shed made it into school on a scholarship, that she was the first from her family to go to college. She...she would have been a good lawyer, I think, added Megan, before she started to cry again. What about other friends, outside of school, maybe? Asked Kyle, keeping his voice soft as he spoke. He didnt want Megan to feel like they were badgering or pressing her, but anything she could tell them that might give them a picture of Marybeth would help. I dont know, we didnt really hang out much together. Maybe someone from her study group might know more, thats where she was going last night. To her study group, at the college library, answered Megan, taking a few deep breaths before she spoke. What about a boyfriend? Asked Kyle, making a few notes in his notebook, another thing Dale had taught him was that the human memory was fallible so he always carried a notebook in his pocket. Katya might have her computer, but computers could break down. A notebook and pen never failed. I... Megans voice trailed off before she could finish. Anything you can tell us, even the slightest thing, it will help us find who did this, said Katya, her voice soft as she spoke. Her...her parents thought she was too young to be interested in boys. They cant know, said Megan, her voice soft, barely above a whisper. They wont, I promise, said Kyle, softly. She...shed been seeing this guy, Alex, for a few months, but they broke up about three weeks ago, said Megan, pausing before she added. I dont think he took the break up very well, or at least that was the impression I got from Megan. She didnt say as much, but...he used to call her late at night and shed get upset, and I heard from some others that hed been hanging around the dorm building trying to see her, she finished. I see, said Kyle, softly, as he made a few more notes in his book. And does Alex have a last name, or an address? He asked, as he glanced at Katya. With her computer she could check if Marybeth had filed any kind of harassment complaint against her ex-boyfriend. I dont know his last name, or address, but I remember Megan told me once hed been in the military, army, I think she said, answered Megan, after taking about fifteen or twenty seconds to think about it. Glancing at Katya, Kyle gave her a quick nod before he turned back to Megan. Thank you, Miss Wheeler, youve been really helpful. Said Kyle, as he fished into his pocket and brought out his wallet before he handed her a business card. If you think of anything else, you can reach me on that number, or you can call the Willowburg Police and ask for Detective Komarovsky or Detective Darius, he added, giving her a small smile. Something shed said was starting to nag at him, about the ex-boyfriend. I...there was one thing, her things. I hate to sound callous but shed borrowed one of my books, I...well...I need it for class, said Megan, softly. Kyle looked over at Katya, who nodded there was no reason for them to keep her books. Drop by the ninth precinct tomorrow, ask for either of us, well have you go through her things, so you can collect your book, said Kyle, giving the girl a gentle pat on the shoulder before he turned away and started back towards where theyd parked the Camaro. Sonovabitch, said Kyle, softly, as the thing that had been troubling him finally clicked into place. The wound on the victim, a note in the MEs report and something Megan had said finally slotting into alignment. What? Asked Katya, as she hurried to catch her partner. The MEs report, the wound on her throat, the ME said it had been caused by a wide blade knife, possibly a combat knife. Its a K-Bar, in the marines they taught us...whoever did this, Katya, they have military training. Her ex has military training, said Kyle, softly, as they reached the Camaro and climbed in. She filed a harassment complaint against an Alex Sanchez, five days before she was killed, said Katya, as she tapped furiously on her computer keyboard. Then we should pay Mister Alex Sanchez a visit, said Kyle, as he gunned the engine. Chapter Eleven The comment about the victims parents thinking she was too young for boys almost got a laugh out of Katya. The girl was nineteen and far away from home on her own. How can she be too young? Her own parents had been protective but they had also been realistic too. They had to meet any potential boyfriends in high school but she had never brought anyone they would disapprove of. Her parents knew her and she knew them. As they drove off, Katya pulled up any records about Mr Sanchez. Twenty-four, a couple of DUIs, a disorderly from a bar, nothing serious.... Pulling up the mug shot, she committed it to memory and read out the address to Kyle. She clicked back to the picture of the MaryBeths face and put it next to the ex-boyfriends as she read through the order. Lets see.... Sounds like he wouldnt take no for an answer. Calling and texting. Some raised voices in public. Looks like the kicker was in the dorm where she shut the door in face and pounded on it until the school bouncers threw him out. Hes banned from campus for three months. Nice guy... She studied the two pictures as she tried to picture what had happened and the crime they had seen in the morning. They didnt have access to his service records but with a few clicks of buttons the request was submitted. He could have done it but..... She just wasnt getting the vibe that he did. Passion kills were generally a lot more messy than this. They also could be more public too. Yes he had a restraining order but that didnt mean he was violent to the point of murder. Katya noticed that the RA for her dorm floor was listed in the details of the orders. Did she help with it or convince MaryBeth to get it? Those were questions that needed to be answered. Lets not be certain yet that hes the one Kyle, she said as they pulled up to an apartment building. It wasnt run down but had seen better days. I want to know if she made it a habit of going through that park because he would have had to gotten into position before she got there. Thats what I want to check tonight I play her and you play him and well see. As they went inside, Katya made sure her weapon was securely at her waist. Ever since the shooting, she had ditched the shoulder rig and gone back to the one that hung on her belt. Maybe more noticeable but also more comfortable. It would probably be okay, but you could never be sure about the suspect.... We can do that, agreed Kyle, as they got out of the car. Recreating a crime was something theyd done several times on past cases theyd worked, and theyd both found that it usually game them a fresh perspective on the crime and how it might have actually gone down. Of course theyd have to let the uniformed patrol officers who usually worked the area know, just so Kyle didnt get mistaken for the real killer. As they walked towards the building, which was a little rundown and beat up and would probably benefit from at least a fresh coat of paint, Kyle easily noticed the way Katya adjusted her weapon. He knew that since the shootout at the bank shed started wearing a hip holster instead of her shoulder rig, with her bruised ribs still healing it was probably more comfortable for her. He still preferred his shoulder rig, though, although he used a pancake style holster that clipped onto his pants when he was off duty. Reaching the front door Kyle checked the names on the mailboxes their suspect lived on the second floor in apartment 2c. Checking the door, Kyle wasnt really surprised to find it was locked. However, as they stood there one of the other residents came out and Kyle grabbed the door before it could close. Holding the door for Katya, Kyle followed her into the building and then led the way up the stairs to the second floor. Finding apartment 2c, Kyle took up a position on one side of the door, with Katya on the other, before Kyle knocked loudly on the door. Alex Sanchez, Willowburg Police, said Kyle. From beyond the door came the sound of footsteps, of someone moving around, before they heard what could only be a window being opened. I hate it when they run, said Kyle, as he and Katya headed down the stairs and outside. As they got outside they saw a young man with dark hair running down the street. Get the car, said Kyle, not pausing as he started chasing after the fleeing figure. Although the suspect was younger than Kyle, Kyle had always kept in shape and he quickly started to gain ground as he chased him. He could hear the roar of the Camaros V8 and the siren as Katya followed in the car, overtaking them and braking to a stop just in front of the suspect, who checked and tried to change direction. Getting close, Kyle tackled the suspect, bringing him to the ground and rolling on top of him as Katya got out of the car. Alex Sanchez, youre under arrest on suspicion of the murder of Marybeth Anders. You have the right to remain silent, but if you give up that right anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, but if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights? Said Kyle, sitting on the suspects back as he pulled his hands roughly behind his back and cuffed them. Getting off the suspect, Kyle stood and then grabbed Sanchez, pulling him to his feet before he pushed him towards the car. Although she kept her weapon in its holster, Katyas hand never strayed from the grip. Opening the passenger door, Kyle pulled the seat forward and then pushed Sanchez into the back of the vehicle, getting in alongside him as Katya slid the seat forward before she went around to the drivers side. Gunning the engine, she spun the car around and headed back towards the precinct. The building didnt have fire escapes Katya noted as she and Kyle raced back down the stairs. That meant Sanchez had jumped out of the second story window. Usually that meant the suspect had something to hide! Got it! she called out, jumping into the car. There was enough room for her to get past Kyle and the runner so when she was in she whipped the car into a 180. Then she throwed it into neutral and bounded out with her hand on her gun, ready to cover Sanchez while the cuffs went on. Oh Lord....Youre driving again! Kyle laughed as they took a corner slightly too tight. Means well get there sooner is all. So, Mr Sanchez.... Katya said, glancing back at the prisoner in the back. Care to tell us just why you decided to run? All we wanted to do is ask a few question is all. Nothing more than that. Didnt even have enough for a warrant. Until now I guess. That probably wasnt true of course. Worded the right way they probably could have gotten something from a judge. After the run though, it wouldnt be a problem. She was busy driving but was able to spare a few glances at him. Sanchez wasnt clean-cut but didnt look like a gang banger either. He also made nervous glances from side to side like a captured animal. I didnt do it. I didnt... I...I loved her! She loved me too! he finally stuttered. That dyke counselor made MB get that order! You...you ought to check her out instead! Katya raised an eyebrow at that bit of information and filed it away. It was 99.9 bogus but they would check it out to be sure. The rest of the ride back to the precinct was uneventful, aside from Katya taking a few corners a little too fast. The suspect said nothing else and Kyle and Katya didnt push him, mostly because anything he said in the car probably wouldnt be admissible in court. Although Kyle doubted the counselor had had anything to do with the crime he and Katya would, of course, investigate her just to be sure. Reaching the precinct, Kyle led Sanchez down to Booking whilst Katya went to park the car, before he stepped outside for a smoke and then met her in their office. In their office he found Katya pouring over her computer, shed logged into the NCIC Database and had pulled up Sanchezs record. There wasnt much, just a couple of DUIs, a caution for a Drunk and Disorderly after he got into a fight at a bar and the restraining order that Marybeth Anders had taken out against him five days earlier. Two uniformed patrol officers had gone to his apartment to deliver the order, but when Katya called up their notes shed found nothing that had caused any concern for the officers. Theyd speak to them later, of course, just to be sure, but Kyle was starting to think Sanchez wasnt their man. If he hadnt run, they wouldnt have brought him in. So, lets go talk to Mister Sanchez and see what he has to say for himself, said Kyle, as Katya closed down her tablet and rose from her seat. Taking the elevator down to Booking, the two of them waited whilst the booking sergeant retrieved the paperwork and then sent two officers to fetch their suspect and bring him to the interview room. Mister Sanchez, Im Detective Darius and this is Detective Komarovsky. Youre aware that this interview is being recorded, and that anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. Also, although you are entitled to have a lawyer present you have waived your right to counsel. Is all of this correct? Began Kyle, once Sanchez was seated at the small metal table. Katya sat opposite the suspect, with her tablet, but Kyle remained standing. Yes, Im aware the interview is being recorded and I confirm that Ive waived my right to counsel, replied Sanchez, his eyes flicking from one detective to the other before he fixed his attention on Kyle. Mister Sanchez, do you know why youre here? Asked Kyle, trying not to look towards the corner where he knew the video camera was taping the whole interview. Although the camera was supposed to be for their protection as much as the suspects, Kyle knew it was mostly there because in the past certain officers had used force to get a confession from a suspect. Because Marybeth put that stupid restraining order on me, and now shes dead, answered Sanchez, after a few seconds. I didnt do it I was home, last night, playing video games until like three in the morning. You can check my account, I was logged in from about eight thirty until three in the morning, the only time I left my keyboard was to get a beer or take a piss, he added, after a few more seconds. If you didnt do it, whyd you run? Innocent people dont run, said Kyle, although he knew that wasnt strictly true. I got scared, okay. Ive got a record, and Marybeth put that restraining order on me, so I got scared and I ran, he answered, pausing before he continued. When I heard, this morning, about Marybeth, I knew youd come looking for me. I was gonna come down here, I swear to God, then you showed up at my door and I just panicked. Howd you learn about Marybeths death? Asked Katya, briefly looking up from her computer screen. The request for Sanchezs service file had just been approved and shed been reading through the details, although nothing really stood out. Average soldier, one tour of Iraq right after he completed basic, then an honorable discharge after his three years was up. Eyes skimming over the assessment of his CO, Katya scrolled down to his training records, as something caught her eye. Are you kidding, its been all over the news. Of course, I didnt realize it was Marybeth until one of my friends called and told me. When...when I heard I just cried, I couldnt believe it, he answered. According to the complaint Miss Anders took out against you, she says you threatened to kill her. In front of witnesses, you said youd kill her, that if you couldnt have her then no one could, said Kyle, as Katya drew his attention to something on her computer screen. It seemed that Sanchez had gone through CBT, Close Quarter Battle Training as well as Ranger Training. I was drunk, mad, pissed at her because she wouldnt even talk to me. One day shes telling me she loves me, the next she wont even answer my calls. So, yeah, I got mad and I got drunk and said some dumb stuff, but I didnt mean it. I love her, I could never hurt her, answered Sanchez, as he slouched back in his chair with a look of resignation on his face. Not having to worry about a lawyer was always a good thing. Most people didnt know that a high majority of suspects waive the right to a lawyer. Mostly because they tended to be more knowledgeable about the law and lawyers tended to just get in the way of a deal. Even though she had her tablet, Katya also used a scratch pad for a quick notes. Like making sure the warrant covered Sanchezs computer and getting the information from his ISP. It probably not an alibi but everything little bit helped. The service records were typical government bland. It appeared that he was an average soldier no major incidents but not distinguishing himself either. Sort of just putting in time. A couple of minor entries for being insubordinate, aka having a big mouth. Eleven-B, infantryman. Tour of Iraq in Baghdad. Had to be fun. Ranger School afterwards.... Katya knew it sounded familiar and so did a quick Wiki read of it. You graduated Ranger School with good marks and then left the Army six months later. Just curious as to why? I had a partner who was Special Forces and he said a Ranger tab can open a lot of doors. The school taught a lot of patrolling and close combat. It appeared that Sanchez did quite well in all of it. A green beanie? Yeah I saw more than a few go through the course. Sanchez gave a shrug of his shoulders. I dont know why I took the course. Just seemed something to do at the time. You cant be a candy ass and....I guess it got to be a challenge to get through it. He gave a small smile to himself that Katya suspected was a self-satisfaction that hed face the worst the Army could through and passed. Why didnt you do another hitch? The suspect then fidgeted a little before giving a sigh. I wouldve been up for another tour. Iraq or Afghanistan. I...didnt want to go. Dont get me wrong, I didnt become anti-war all of a sudden. I didnt want to...kill people....again. I had in Iraq and I....didnt like it. I dont like. His voice had dropped to a whisper. I still seem them sometimes...at night. I wake up in a cold sweat. I got nothing against the Army. I liked it but I just....couldnt. Katya kept her face neutral as she listened to him. It sounded....real. A person didnt know, really know, how they felt about killing until the time came. As for herself, she had killed the man who she had broken her cover to get. Did she enjoy it, no but it was something that had to be done. During the bank shootout, one of her bullets missed a gunmans head by an inch. She was only sorry that she missed because Kyle would have then gotten the one who had shot her. Studying his face closely, she asked Were you and MaryBeth lovers? Sanchezs head whipped up and gave Katya a look of pure anger. So much so that Kyle almost got up to intercept him in case he went over the table at her. The suspect took several breaths and shook his head. No, we werent. I wanted to but MB...she wanted to wait until she was married. I respected that. I know it sounds dumb but I thought she had more courage to say no than to give in. I was a fucking idiot and blew my chances with her. MB was a damn good girl, okay? Dont let anyone say she wasnt. Kyle listened as Sanchez spoke, finding himself feeling a little sympathy for him. He knew exactly how he felt, no one could ever know how the felt about war and killing until theyd been through it. As a marine hed been trained to kill, hed been through sniper school as well as CBT, but it was something hed never, ever, felt comfortable with. As far as he was concerned, if he never had to fire his gun again hed be happy, but if a situation arose, like it had in the bank a few weeks earlier, then he wouldnt hesitate. I know how you feel, he said, softly, looking straight at Sanchez. Helmand Province, Baghdad, Fallujah and Ramadi, he added, ticking off the names on his fingers as he spoke. Not even Katya knew where hed been during his time with the marines, although she could have guessed just by looking at his campaign medals in the case along with his Silver Star and Purple Heart. Her next question surprised him, although he knew it shouldnt have. Studying his face closely, she asked Were you and Marybeth lovers? Sanchezs head whipped up and gave Katya a look of pure anger. So much so that Kyle almost got up to intercept him in case he went over the table at her. The suspect took several breaths and shook his head. No, we werent. I wanted to but MB...she wanted to wait until she was married. I respected that. I know it sounds dumb but I thought she had more courage to say no than to give in. I was a fucking idiot and blew my chances with her. MB was a damn good girl, okay? Dont let anyone say she wasnt. No ones trying to say that, said Kyle, softly, his muscles relaxing just a fraction. Although if Sanchez tried to attack either of them Kyle was ready to slap him down, hard if necessary. We have to ask, we dont know Marybeth or you, so were trying to get a picture of her, of both of you. He added, relaxing a little more as Sanchez seemed to calm down and his hands, which had been gripping the edge of the table finally unclenched. Marybeth was a good girl, better than me, I didnt deserve her, said Sanchez, keeping his voice soft. Shed never have got that restraining order if that bitch RA in her dorm hadnt talked her into it. Marybeth told me shed been hanging around her room, a lot, always when she was getting dressed. Marybeth said it made her uncomfortable, but I dont think she ever said anything, finished Sanchez. And whats this RAs name? Asked Kyle, watching the suspect. So far his gut wasnt telling him anything, one way or the other, but if they didnt at least pursue that angle then you could guarantee Sanchezs lawyer would bring it up if he was formally charged. Judith, Judith Baker, answered Sanchez. The whole thing with the RA was probably nothing but since they didnt have much to go on in the first place it would get checked out. Katya had a new tack that she wanted to try out while they were here. Would you give us consent to search your apartment? Especially to check the IP address on your computer. We can can check to see when you were online. They would be getting a warrant nonetheless, just to make sure all the bases were covered, but it could be a level of guilt as to his answer.... Sure. Ive got nothing to hide. Give me something to sign and you can do whatever you want. Sanchez leaned back and closed his eyes. If I hadnt fucked it up maybe I wouldve been with her and.... Mr Sanchez, dont think like that. It doesnt serve any purpose other than to twist your guts up in knots, Katya said quietly and then nodded to Kyle. Well be back in a few minutes with a form for you to sign. The detectives gathered up their things and walked back to their office. A pile of pictures and other items from CSU was stacked on their desk. She leaned against the door after closing it and looked over at her fiance. We can do a search Kyle but my gut is telling me he didnt do it. Hes got a temper and is an asshole but I dont think he could do that to her. What happened to her was cold blooded. If he had done it would be more...violent I think. Picking up a report, she read it briefly before tossing it back on the pile. And no hair or saliva that they could find. Lovely.... No physical evidence that we can really use. Oh and a note says the parents will be here tomorrow to collect her. I do not look forward to meeting them.... Katya remembered the runaway hooker Tina Sanders and how as Lisbeth Neeley, the madam, she had to identify the poor girl after she was murdered. As she was walking out of the morgue, the parents had been walking in. They took one look at her and the mother had slapped her across the face. Katya had run to the nearest bathroom afterwards to throw up. We still get the warrant, run the checks, anyway, just in case, said Kyle, as he perched on the edge of his desk and turned to look at his partner. He had to admit that he agreed with her, his gut was telling him that Sanchez hadnt done it but that was no reason for them not to be thorough. I dont think he did it, either. I dont know why, but I cant shake the feeling that this was more random, not planned out, that she was a victim of opportunity rather than directly targeted. It just doesnt feel like a crime of passion, he added, after a few more seconds. If Sanchez was guilty it would have been more planned, or at least thats what his gut was telling him. He picked up the report Katya had just tossed onto the desk, flicking through the pages until something caught his eye. The murder weapon was definitely some kind of wide bladed combat, or hunting, knife, but more than that the CSU team had identified that the blade had a small chip, or nick, in the edge. If they could find the knife, the CSU team would be able to match it to the wound. Closing the report after a few more seconds, Kyle tossed it back onto the desk, sighing inwardly as Katya mentioned the victims parents. They werent necessarily obligated to meet them, but in the past theyd found that meeting the parents gave them insights into the victim that they couldnt get any other way. Okay, heres what we do, said Kyle, finally, as he stood up. Ill take the consent form down to Sanchez, have him sign it, whilst you call the judge and apply for the search warrant although it probably wont come through until tomorrow. Make sure its worded right, were gonna need his computer, cell phone, clothing and make sure it includes weapons and any Military Paraphernalia, that should cover it. Then well head out and talk to the RA, I agree thats probably a dead end but we still have to follow through on it, finished Kyle. Katya nodded and moved to her desk, passing Kyle the consent form for Sanchez to sign before she picked up the phone and Kyle left. Fifteen minutes later it was all set, the judge was willing to grant them a search warrant, although it wouldnt be ready until the next day. Once they had everything they needed the two detectives headed for the elevator, passing Devon and Mikey on the way. Minutes later the Camaro left the parking lot, heading for the college dorm where Marybeth Anders had lived. Sounds like a plan, she said and then glanced to make sure the blinds were closed before giving Kyle a quick hug. They had to be professional and all that while at work. Katya called up an ADA and explained what she needed. The warrant was a given but wouldnt be ready until morning but she didnt that would be a problem. At this moment, the search of Sanchezs place was more pro forma than anything else. Chapter Twelve Before they took off again, Katya grabbed some protein bars she kept in a desk for a quick shot of energy. If they were going to do some more investigating she wanted to have a clearer head on it. The one thing she dearly hope for was that they could give the parents something more than just were working on it in terms of the case progress. The dorm was single sexed but from the number of guys they saw as they walked down the hallway there were no rules banning them. What kind of security do you have for the dorms? Katya asked the campus cop who was taking them to MaryBeths room. Well weve got the usual, he said. The guy was older than they were with a bit of a belly but he didnt act like a rent a cop though. Emergency doors are locked from the outside with alarms on them, cameras in the ground floor commons and elevators. Panic buttons in there too. All the doors into the dorm areas are key card access and if you dont have one you have to be escorted in. However.... However if you have a card that you were given or stolen you can get in and you can probably tailgate through, right? Kyle asked. The security was more for show than anything. It might help keep some of the small fry out but anyone who really wanted to, could get in. Not to mention all the maintenance staff responsible for the upkeep. The guard chuckled. Exactly. Cant make it like a prison now can we? And, between the three of us, Im willing to cut the kids some slack on the minor stuff. The dorms are alcohol free but as long as they keep it quiet and dont go making trouble Id rather have them doing it in the rooms then being out of the streets. And here we are... He stopped at a door that had a hand drawn sign in technicolor saying MaryJane Megan before unlocking it. When are the parents.... Tomorrow, Katya said. I dont know if theyll be coming here but... Yeah... Ill let the RA know. Sad to say but we have procedures for this kind of thing. Parents having to clean out the room after something happened. Try and get it done quick and quietly for everybodys sake. True enough. Thanks. Katya got a nod from the guard who left her and Kyle to the room. Both pulled on gloves as they began searching. For what, neither really knew but they would know it when they saw it. From previous experience, Kyle let her go through the clothing and closet. Not just because of the feminine things but that Katya might notice something he wouldnt. Shes on the Pill but that doesnt mean anything. She replaced the pack in the sock drawer. I started on it when I was thirteen because my periods were so... Weve had this discussion before Katya.... Kyle growled, which made her chuckle. Big, tough Kyle had a thing about how her internal plumbing worked. And right where I knew Id find it.... Katya sat on the edge of the bed and dug the switch blade from her pants pocket. She had found a girls diary hidden in the sock drawer as well. With the tip of the blade she manipulated the lock slightly. These locks just need a slight twist and...bingo. The detective flipped to the last entry and started backwards. Nothing earth shaking... School, missing Alex, hmmmmm. He was kinda of right. She did want to make off the order but the RA convinced her to go through... What the hell are you doing with that?! a voice called out from the doorway. It belonged to an early twentyish woman with short, black hair and a multitude of earrings in each ear. Thats Mary private stuff. The voice and sudden appearance behind them, in the doorway, caught Kyle by surprise and his hand instinctively snaked inside his jacket to the butt of his pistol. Willowburg PD, maam, said Kyle, in answer to her question, as he reached into his pocket for his badge and ID. Flipping his badge and ID holder open, he offered it to her as he took a few steps closer to her so she wouldnt have to come into the room. Im Detective Darius, and this is my partner Detective Komarovsky, he added, as Katya handed over her own badge and ID. And you are? He asked her, as she took the two badges. Judith Baker, Im the RA. She answered, as she looked at the two badges. How do I know these are real? Asked the woman, as she took the badge the detective handed her and examined it carefully. Turning it around, she compared the face of the detective to the picture on his ID. Although she had to admit the badge and ID seemed real enough, shed seen enough fake IDs to know that there were some very good fakes out there. You dont, said Kyle, simply. But you can call the ninth precinct, ask for Captain Johnson, or Lieutenant Bryan Smith, theyll confirm who we are, he added, after a handful of seconds. The woman looked at the two detectives and frowned slightly, then, without another word, she disappeared. As the woman walked off, Kyle turned back to Katya who was still studying Marybeths diary. Anything good in there? He asked her, as she looked up. The woman had to be the dorm RA, he figured. Not really, its mostly typical teenage girl stuff boys, school, the usual, answered Katya, as she kept flicking through the pages and then stopped. This is interesting though, and its dated about two weeks before she was murdered. She added, pausing before she began to read the passage that had caught her eye aloud. Alex and I had a fight over what movie we were gonna watch. When he couldnt get his own way he just left in a huff. Judith came round about an hour later, she said she wanted some girl talk, but all she did was keep bad mouthing Alex, saying he was just a dumb, stupid loser. Once she put her hand on my knee, but I told her to move it and she got all defensive. Ive noticed, though, she comes around a lot when Megan is at class, and she always sits right beside me, even though there are other places she could sit. And shes always touching me, stroking or brushing my hair, Ive told her I dont like it but she wont stop. I told Megan about it, but she just laughed and said I was imagining it. Katya finished reading, closing the diary as the heard footsteps returning. Im afraid youre going to have to leave, detectives, unless youve got a warrant. Marybeths parents are stopping by tomorrow to collect her things and Ive got to get them ready, said the woman, as she handed Kyle back his badge and Katyas too. She started to step into the room, before Kyle stopped her. You need to stay outside, maam, said Kyle, his voice soft but forceful. He tossed Katya her badge and hung his own around his neck. Based on the snippet Katya had just been reading it was possible that Miss Baker had a thing for Marybeth. And I said you need a warrant, if you dont have one you can get the hell out. I know my rights, you cant come in here and touch Marybeths stuff without a warrant or her parents consent and Im willing to bet you dont have either. Replied the woman, glaring first at Kyle and then at Katya. Okay, well do things that way if you want, said Kyle, simply, as he turned to Katya and nodded. His partner stood up, started to tuck Marybeths diary into her pocket. Thats Marybeths, and unless you have that warrant it stays right here with the rest of her things, yelled the woman. Placing the diary back down on the bed where shed been sitting, Katya held out her hands to show they were empty as she went to join Kyle. Well be back, said Katya, as the two detectives left the room. Walking out of the building, both of them were aware that Judith was following and watching them, not turning away until they were safely in their car. Now what? Asked Katya, as Kyle drove back towards the precinct. Now we talk to Megan, find out if Marybeth ever talked to her about their RA, then we talk to Marybeths parents tomorrow and try to persuade them to let us keep their daughters diary, answered Kyle, before he lit a cigarette and focused on the road ahead. There was an argument that could be made that they didnt need a search warrant because this was a victims items. However, Katya knew that crossing the Ts and dotting the Is was good for the case. As soon as she got into the car, she was on the phone to the ADA again getting another search warrant ready. It should be okay as long as we get a copy of the diary. And....if we have to we can seize it as potential evidence in the crime. Thats a last resort for sure. Katya settled back in the seat and thought for a moment about what they had read and the RA. I certainly get the creep factor from Judith. That she has a hard time taking no for an answer. Im going to do a search and see if shes ever had any stalking complaints. Were going to have to be really careful with her my love. If she what were guessing she is, I think shell scream bloody murder the moment the going gets tough. Yeah I know... Kyle sighed. Both he and Katya didnt care what your skin color was or who you slept with. It was tiring though when you ran up against people who used such things as a way to get out of trouble. Usually by trying to get the cops in trouble instead. Many a career had been wrecked on the shores of political correctness. The sun was going down and it was past six already. With their change of hours they would be back on normal duty in the morning. Want to call it a day and start fresh? Not just yet... Swing by the park and we can do a run through of attack. By the time we get there it should be fairly dark. Katya smiled at Kyles sigh. She called in what they they were doing so any patrol cars wouldnt get the wrong idea. Okay... The attack happen over there and they wouldnt have want to drag her too far so Im guessing the snatch took place about there. They were standing on the sidewalk with cars going past on the right and several large trees to the left with more aways in. The trees blocked out the setting sun to make it more dark than it already was. If you would so kindly play big bad wolf Ill be little red riding hood, Katya smiled at accidently using her old code name. As Kyle disappeared into the trees, Katya went about a hundred feet back up the sidewalk and stopped. For a few seconds she stood there with eyes shut to get in character. No long was she a streetwise cop instead she was a small town girl who was on her own for the first time. Taking a breath, she started back down the sidewalk. Looking back and forth, keeping her eyes open. Every so often a car went past with the oncoming ones rounding a corner and shining their headlights right at her. It made her see spots and destroyed any night vision she might have had. Just as one did and whipped past, a hand covered her mouth and arm around her waist lifted Katyas off the ground. She tried to struggled but the arm around her waist pinned her arms so she couldnt get any leverage. Her legs and feet kicked out but kept hitting air because of their wide splayed legs. Before the next car appeared, they were in the trees. Jesus God! Youre a wildcat my dear! Kyle said after setting Katya down. That was a lot easier than I thought it would be. The noise from the traffic cancels out the sounds I made. We know one thing, the suspect is my size at least to get the leverage on you. Before speaking, Katya had to take some deep breaths and stop trembling. Even knowing what was going to happen and knowing it was going to be Kyle it was an unnerving experience. I was thinking it would be a battle to get back into the trees but that was easy and thats the scary part. Kyle, Im hoping it was the RA or Sanchez because if it wasnt its someone whos going to do it again and again. Chapter Thirteen The next morning, Kyle and Katya were up at their usual time. Although after several days of pulling night duty theyd both found it a little hard to get to sleep, but the combination of working hard and only taking a nap earlier in the day had they were both dog tired and theyd slept soundly when they finally fell asleep. After showering and dressing Kyle had gone to make them breakfast whilst Katya took her own shower, fixing coffee for both of them and cereal for Katya. Kyle would grab some donuts, or maybe a breakfast sandwich on the way to the precinct, and the two of them left the condo at a little after eight for their half hour commute to the precinct. As Kyle drove, guiding the car through the heavy early morning traffic, the two of them talked quietly about the Marybeth Anders case, planning their approach for the day. Most of the other cases they were working were at an impasse whilst they waited for warrants or for forensics to get back to them, which meant they had the time to focus on just that one case. Neither of them was looking forward to meeting Marybeths parents, but they both knew that her parents would want to talk to them if only so they could be reassured that whoever had killed their daughter would be caught. Hopefully theyd get the warrants theyd asked for that day, too. Pulling the car to a stop at their favorite donut shop, Kyle had gone to get them both coffee, as well as a breakfast sandwich for himself, before they continued on their way to the precinct. Reaching the precinct, Kyle pulled the car into the underground parking lot and the two of them headed for the elevator up to their floor. Stepping out of the elevator the two of them turned towards the squad room, almost bumping into Devon who was walking towards them with his head down, not looking where he was going. Hey, Devon, wake up, said Kyle, teasing, as Katya had to do a neat sidestep to avoid walking into the other detective. Huh? What? Oh, hey Kyle, Katya, said Devon, finally looking up before he started to walk off again, only to stop ad turn around once more. Youve got a visitor, a young woman. She said you told her to come down here, something about books, added Devon, who hadnt really been paying attention when the desk sergeant and brought her into the squad room and she explained everything to Mikey. Something on your mind, my friend? Asked Kyle, pausing as Katya headed into the squad room to sign them in. Yeah, sort of, answered Devon, glancing at his cellphone as he held it in his hand. Its Megan, she had a doctors appointment this morning. Weve been... his voice trailed off as he lapsed into silence. Ill tell you later. Think the lovely Detective Komarovsky can spare you for a couple of hours tonight so we can go grab a beer or two, he added, finally. Yeah, I dont think shell mind. Well sort something out later, said Kyle, before Devon nodded and got into the empty elevator car as it arrived. Wondering what was troubling Devon, Kyle shrugged and then headed into the squad room, nodding to Mikey who pointed toward the office Kyle shared with Katya. Entering the office, Kyle found Katya already inside and seated at her desk, with a young woman sitting to one side. It took Kyle a couple of seconds to recognize the woman as Megan, Marybeths friend, the message Devon had given them finally making sense. He remembered that Megan had said something about Marybeth borrowing one of her books and needing it back, theyd told her to come down to the precinct, although in truth hed been expecting her later in the day. Miss Wheeler, said Kyle, softly, as he took his coffee over to his desk and sat down. Im not too early, am I, detective? Asked Megan, as she watched Kyle sit down and take a sip from his coffee. Its just, I have class later this morning and I need my book, and, well, Marybeths parents are coming to pick up her things this afternoon and Id really like to be there to meet them. She used to talk about them all the time... her voice trailed off as she took a tissue from her purse and dabbed her eyes gently. I...I still cant believe this is all really happening, she said, after another few seconds. Its okay, miss, youre not too early, said Kyle, softly, as Katya moved her chair slightly and placed a comforting hand on the young womans shoulder. Well need you to sign a claim form, for the book, but well take care of that in a few minutes, he added, pausing to let Megan regain her composure before he spoke again. If youre up to it, though, we do have a couple of questions wed like to ask you, he finished. What kind of questions? Asked Megan, looking up at Kyle. Its just routine, nothing to worry about, said Katya, dropping her hand from Megans shoulder, although she stayed close to her just in case. Did Marybeth ever talk to you about your dorm RA, Judith Baker? Asked Kyle, once he was sure Megan had regained her composure. Yeah, she did. She told me once that Judith had touched her leg, that she used to come round when I was out, pretending to be looking for me, and then shed stay. Marybeth told me it made her uncomfortable, but I told her she was imagining things, answered Megan, after several seconds as she thought about the question. She said Judith was always touching her hair, brushing it, things like that. She added, after a few more seconds. I see, said Kyle, making a few notes on a legal pad. Did you ever see Marybeth and Judith together, see anything like that happening? He asked, if Megan had actually witnessed it, it would be more than just hearsay. Once, I came back early from class and Judith was in the room with Marybeth. She was sitting really close to her, the door was open slightly and I could see Judith had her hand on Marybeths leg. As soon as I opened the door Judith moved away really quickly and then stood up to leave, said Megan, frowning as she tried to remember exactly what shed seen. I asked Marybeth what was going on, but she wouldnt talk about it. After that, I started to believe the other things shed said about Judith, she added, after another short pause. Would you be willing to write a statement about what you just told us? Asked Katya, once she was sure Megan had nothing else to add. Uh, yeah, sure, answered Megan. Whilst Katya got a pen and paper for Megan so she could write her statement, Kyle went down to the evidence locker to fetch the books that had been with Marybeth when she was murdered. Carrying the bag into the office he opened the bag and set the books on his desk, as Megan finished her statement and signed it before she pushed the paper and pen back to Katya. Which one is yours? Asked Kyle, as Megan turned her attention to the books. That one, An introduction to Criminal Law, answered Megan, as Kyle picked up the book and handed it to her. There was a small red ribbon tucked between the pages, like a bookmark, and Megan frowned as she saw it. Thats not mine, or Marybeths, said Megan, softly. Are you sure? Asked Kyle, even as Katya opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a pair of latex gloves and an evidence bag. Ive never seen it before, and Megan always used to use a folded piece of paper for a bookmark, like that, answered Megan, pointing to another of the books, which had several pieces of folded paper between the pages. Seeing Kyle was busy talking to Devon, Katya had gone to sign them in. As she did so, she was told they had a visitor. Who it was suprised her for a moment. Ms Wheeler? Oh the books, right? If youll follow me please well get it taken care of for you. Katya led the young woman through the squad room to just outside their office. Having Megan wait outside for a second, she moved some folders on the desk so MaryBeths files werent visible. Then she pulled a curtain across the wall to hide all the pictures that were tacked up there. Katya was quite certain Megan wouldnt wish to see the photos of her dead friend as they waited for Kyle. Everything had been going as expected until the red ribbon. That had taken Katya aback for a moment before she recovered. Before removing it, she took several pictures of the book first closed and then open to show the ribbon in its entirety. It was about six inches long and looked to be the kind you tied into a bow for a present. If so, that meant it was probably the kind you could buy yards of in any store. Nevertheless, the ribbon was treated with the greatest of care and sealed in the evidence bag. After she was done, Katya noticed that Megan wouldnt touch the book. They touched it so you dont wish to, right? she said softly and gently. The girl gave a silent nod. The best way to show they have to power is to claim it as your own. Its just a book, but its one that MaryBeth touched and if you touch it you join with her to drive out all they might had done. Katya chuckled. Or something like that. Megan smiled and reached out to take the book. I know what you mean and thanks. You do? Then you can explain it to me! Kyle just looked at the two and shook his head slightly. His partner had the gift of comforting people but also drawing them out to get them to talk too. He called it her gift of gab. Katya could strike up a conversation with anybody over just about anything. Katya had a couple more questions for Megan about Judith but had to think about how to phrase them correctly. They were the kind that could cause a lot of trouble if not done right. MaryBeths ex-boyfriend Alex, were she and he....having sex? The girl blushed and shook her head. No...no they weren't. MaryBeth, she wanted to wait until she was married. A gift to her husband she said. Alex, I guess, asked once but he was okay with it. That fit with what Alex had said. He went up a tiny bit on her scale of guys for not pushing MaryBeth into something. Alex visited the dorms, right? How did he and Judith get along? The young woman got a little uncomfortable before sighing. Youve heard of love at first sight? That was hate at first sight. Alex....he really didnt pay too much attention to Judith. Or me for that matter. I mean he said hi and all that he was mostly interesting in MaryBeth. Judith...Judith kept trying to be in the room when he was there like she had to talk to me or her. Megan shook her head again. The more interested Alex got in MaryBeth the worse it got and Alex started getting mad at Judith. Then one day.... She stopped suddenly. What happened? Katya leaned over a little. Every little bit helps Megan. And unless it pertains to the case, what you say wont leave this room, k? Nodding, she started again. I had come back from class and our door was open a little. I could hear Judith and MaryBeth arguing. More like Judith shouting and MaryBeth trying to calm her down. I didnt go in, I just went for a walk. Afterwards, I tried to ask MaryBeth about it and she wouldnt talk about it. She was writing something in her diary I know that. Any ideas what the argument was about? Kyle asked. I only caught bits and pieces but it was about Alex and how Judith didnt think she should be seeing him. I thought...I cant be sure what I heard, but I thought I heard Judith say something about not going to let her see him no matter what. After they had finished with Megan and escorted her out, the detectives sat in their office for a few minutes. Id said we got suspect number two.... Katya said and did a search for anything on Judith the RA. Lets see... Couple of traffic tickets. She likes to drive fast. A drunk disorderly. And an assault with a deadly weapon when she was....eighteen. Guy was hitting on her girlfriend and wouldnt take no for an answer. Pulled a knife on him. Charges were dropped. She looked up at Kyle. Want to go ask her a few questions? Lets make sure we have that warrant, first, because you know shes not going to talk to us or let us anywhere near Marybeths room if we dont, answered Kyle, as he picked up his coffee cup and took a long sip of the contents. Grimacing as he set the cup back down, the coffee was barely lukewarm, he added. You call the ADA, make sure the warrant is ready, Im gonna go hit the head then well head out. Rising to his feet, he headed for the door, but paused as he opened it. Something is bothering Devon, he wanted to know if you can spare me for a couple of hours after work so we can go grab a couple of beers, he said, leaning against the open door. Sure, you can go grab a couple of beers with Devon, answered Katya, after a few seconds. She really didnt mind Kyle going for a drink with his friend, if only because he didnt make a habit of it and she knew hed be home before dinner. He rarely went out on his own, unless it was to play golf. Ill let him know, said Kyle, before he left the office. Heading across to Devons desk, Kyle let him know that they were on for a beer after work before he headed for the restroom. Returning to the office, Kyle found Katya just hanging up the phone and she turned towards him as he entered. Weve got the warrant for Marybeths room, and her diary, we just have to pick it up on the way, said Katya, as she rose to her feet and then gathered what she was going to need. Camera, computer and her back pack, which she tucked the two things into. Right, lets go, she added, as she moved to the door and led the way towards the elevator.