Thread: Blind Spot

Chapter Twenty-Two Staring at the door, Kyle felt the wave of memories finally fade away, until once more he was standing outside the Viewing Room at the morgue with Katya. Beyond that door he knew Marybeth Anders parents were waiting. Right then he could make a very good guess at what they were feeling, and thinking. Disbelief. Disbelief that this was happening, that their daughter could be dead, although he was willing to bet that reality was also starting to sink in. He turned to Katya, reaching for her hand and squeezing her fingers gently as he saw how pale shed gone. This was something no police officer ever looked forward to, something they never wanted to have to do. He waited another thirty seconds, letting Katya regain her composure and for her to stop squeezing his fingers like a vice, before he released her hand and stepped towards the door. Opening the door, Kyle stepped aside to allow Katya to enter first before he followed and closed the door behind them before he finally turned towards the two people who were stood down near the front of the room. Mister and missus Anders? He asked, unnecessarily, as he and Katya started towards them. Im Detective Darius and this is Detective Komarovsky, were the officers assigned to your daughters... he paused, unwilling to say murder. Investigation, he finally finished. It has to be a mistake, said the woman, turning towards the two detective although she clung to her husband like a drowning man clutched at an overhanging branch. It has to be a mistake, Marybeth cant be...she cant be... the woman couldnt finish her sentence and instead buried her face in her husbands chest as she began crying once more. Hush, love, hush, said her husband, softly, as he lightly ran his fingers through his wifes hair and held her close, almost protectively, against himself. Is there no chance this is all just a misunderstanding, a mix up? He asked, looking across at Kyle as he tried to comfort and calm his wife. I dont believe so, sir, said Kyle, after a few seconds. Would, would one of you take my wife outside, asked the man, after a few more seconds, as he tried to gently ease his wife away. No...no, George, I...I want to... protested his wife, even as Katya stepped forward. No, love, said her husband, his voice sounding firm if a little shaky from emotion. If...if it is Marybeth I dont want you to see her, I want you to always remember her the way she was. Full of life, happy, he added, as Katya slowly and gently took the older woman by the hand and led her out of the room. Only when the door had closed behind them and George was sure he was alone did he turn to Kyle. I dont want to do this, either, but... he left the sentence unfinished. Of course, said Kyle, as he stepped forward to turn on the television set. He paused and reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering one to the older man, who took it before Kyle handed him his lighter. Kyle had seen the yellow nicotine stains on the mans fingers. Taking his lighter back, Kyle lit himself a smoke before he picked up the telephone beside the TV. Were ready, he said, simply. The TV screen went blank for a few seconds, before coming back to life, only now it showed the image of a shrouded figure before someone adjusted the camera angle to focus solely on the head and upper chest area. Unseen hands pulled back the sheet to uncover the face, the mortician had done an excellent job and there was no sign of the ugly wound. Kyle waited a few seconds before he turned back to the man, who was visibly shaking, tears forming in his eyes. Kyle knew the question was unnecessary but he had to ask. Mister Anders, is that your daughter? Yes, was the single word reply. Picking up the phone, Kyle said, Were done, before the body was covered once more and the screen went blank. Im sorry for your loss, said Kyle, although he knew how hollow those words must sound. Promise me, detective, youll find who did this. Said the older man, before he grabbed Kyles hand and stared hard into his face. Promise me, one marine to another, youll find who did this and make them pay! I promise, said Kyle, softly, before he reversed his hand in the older mans grip and looked straight into his eyes. It was an unspoken oath Kyle would find who had done this and bring them to justice. Not because he was a cop and it was his duty, but because he was a marine and hed made a promise to another marine. ---------------------------------------------------- As they stood in the hallway, Katya wasnt sure what to say so she did the safest say nothing and just held the womans hand. Komarovsky? Like in.... the woman suddenly asked. Katya chuckled. Dr Zhivago, yes. Im lucky they didnt name me Lara or I would never have heard the end of it. Ironically, my parents hadnt seen the movie until they arrived in this country. Her father had had some choice words about some of the characters in the movie but he did like Rod Steiger's character for some odd reason... My Marybeth... Did they...was she... The mother really didnt want to know the answers but knew she had to know. No. There was no signs of sexual trauma or anything else. I know its not much but it appears that it was quick. She knew that little bit, that her daughter hadnt suffered much, might ease things even slightly. Mrs Anders, I wont lie to you. It might take some time before we can close this case. Were still processing the evidence and running down the people who knew your daughter to talk them. Were working as fast as we can but it takes time. The older woman actually smiled slightly. I know. Its not like CSI where its solved in an hour. Truth be told detective, I dont really care. It wont bring our daughter back and they will have to face a higher judge eventually. It might just take longer. Whats important to me detective is that she is at peace and no one can hurt her again. What we can do is to make sure they cant do it again to anyone else. Thats why I became a police officer. To keep people safe. That was Marybeth goal too. She wanted to be a lawyer but not to work in some fancy office. She wanted to be prosecutor and put away the bad guys she said. Mrs Anders chuckled softly and then looked at Katya. Do you have any children detective? I.....almost....did. I...misca.... Katya said softly but couldnt complete the sentence. She felt her hand being squeezed and took a deep breath. I want to... Very much. Im engaged and were planning on it. Im glad. Youll be a good mother. Just remember to love them and tell them that you love them as often as you can in case.... At that moment the door opened and her husband and Kyle walked out. He just nodded at his wife and she gave a soft sob as they embraced. Katya found her loves hand to squeeze it tight. They couldnt hug each other but this was the next best thing..... Coming out of the viewing room, went to stand with Katya as the older man went to comfort his wife. Being there, then, brought back memories for Kyle from when hed been with the Marines. During his combat tours hed lost almost forty marines, men hed come to care about, and hed felt each of those losses personally. When hed come back to the US hed made a point of visiting each and every family to pass on his regards and respects. Only one family had turned him away, although some time later the mans father had written to Kyle to thank him for coming, for trying to tell them what happened, even though he still blamed Kyle for the death of his son. As he stood beside Katya he felt her fingers curl around his, felt her squeeze his hand as he gently returned the gesture, it was about as close and personal as they could be on duty. Finally he released her hand, as he took a few steps towards the grieving couple. Were sorry for your loss, said Kyle, softly, as he placed a gentle hand on the older mans shoulder. It might take some time, but we will catch whoever did this, he added, as the older man looked at him. I know you will, youre a marine, said Mister Anders, as he held his wife and looked up at Kyle and Katya, who was hanging back. We...we just need to be alone, now, he added, after a few more seconds. We understand, sir, said Kyle, stepping back. He nodded to the older man, just to let him know that he hadnt forgotten his promise or unspoken oath. This is my card, you can call me anytime, to check on things, he added, as he gently pressed a card into the older mans hand. Thank you, both of you, for...for taking care of Marybeth, said the older man, as he took the card and tucked it into his pocket. Leaving the grieving parents, Kyle and Katya headed for the exit, stepping out into the late afternoon sunshine as they left the hospital. As soon as they were outside Kyle lit a cigarette, and for once Katya didnt say anything. She could see, tell, how rattled Kyle was by that meeting. Walking across to the car, Kyle reached for her hand and squeezed it gently, not caring if anyone saw them. Right then he didnt feel like a cop, he just felt empty inside. Tossing his cigarette butt aside as they reached the car, Kyle held the passenger door open for Katya and then went round to the other side and got in. I love you, he said, softly, as he sat in the car. I love you too, said Katya, leaning over to kiss his cheek softly. We should head back to the precinct, see if the CSI boys have found anything then well head out for the day. Said Kyle, as he started the engine. Right then he was really looking forward to having that beer with Devon. At least this was over. That was the only good thing about it. They had done their duty and now Marybeth could go home. Her parents would have the job of trying to put their lives back together again. How does a parent do that? Katya didnt know and didnt wish to find out nor put her own parents through that. Earlier in the day, Kyle had mentioned about catching a beer with Devon. He hadnt said why but she guessed it was guy talk. Katya never had a problem with things like that. She knew her fiance loved her and loved being with her but he needed to have time with his own friends every so often. Tonight most especially. Chatting up with Devon would be good for him she knew. Sounds like a good plan my love. Before you meet up with Devon, just drop me off at the main library branch. Ill catch a cab home. You sure? he asked, glancing over at Katya. I can pick you up too? Patting Kyles hand, she smiled. And have you leave early to come get me? Not on your life! No, Im just going to hide out in the old section of the library and absorb the ambiance is all. She had discovered that the main branch of library, while modernized, had kept a lot of the feel of an old time library. Especially in the original sections with lots of wood, huge book cases, and the rest. There were some leather cushioned chairs that Katya was going to try and sneak out someday. You sat in them and you SUNK into them. She loved it! Oh yeah, I also have to finalized the wedding dress too. I got three or four ideas... And stop groaning! Im making this as painless for you as I can buster! They both laughed at that. Actually, it was both of their mothers who were doing a lot of the planning. They just consulted with their children every so often. Im just looking forward to the bachelors party our dads are putting together. What little they have said sound....interesting! Kyle and Katya had been told that he would show up in time for the wedding. In what condition the fathers would not, or could not, promise. You dad said something about a bar he knew in Saint Petersburg... No Kyle... You are not getting on a plane to Mother Russia before our wedding! I will talk to my mother who will tell my father to forget any, ANY ideas like that. That made Katya grin. Her mom was her height, 52 and her dad was 64 but you tended to think it was the other way around at times.... Spoilsport, said Kyle, grinning. Once, shortly after he and Katya had started dating, hed made the mistake of upsetting her mom, hed never done it again. Hed once remarked to Katya that her mother would have made a perfect Marine Corps drill instructor. Although, you should probably take the car, Ill catch a cab home. I shouldnt be drinking and driving, anyway, he added, as he guided the car back towards the precinct. Although he wasnt planning on having more than three or four beers and hed probably be okay, he really didnt want to take the risk. It just wasnt worth it. Good point, agreed Katya. ----------------------------------------------------------- Chapter twenty-three Reaching the precinct they headed up to the squad room, Katya heading for their small office as Kyle went across to check with Devon which bar they were heading to. Apparently Mikey was planning on coming along to, although he said hed be a little late because he had to head home first, so hed meet them at Caseys later. With the details set, Kyle headed back to his office, as Devon and Mikey went to sign out for the day, glancing across the squad room towards Bryans office as he walked. Although he didnt get along with the older man, now, once theyd been good friends, although that had seemed to change almost as soon as Katya had been transferred to the precinct and theyd been partnered together. In fact it had been Bryan whod pushed to have them put together in the first place. Entering the office, Kyle found Katya just finishing up on the phone and he cleared off a corner of his desk and perched on the edge of it as he waited for her to hang up. He could guess shed been on the phone with the CSU team, checking to see if theyd found anything new on the Marybeth Anders case. Anything new? He asked her, needlessly, as she hung up the phone with a heavy sigh. He knew the answer, even before she shook her head. He glanced at his watch, surprised to see it was almost seven. Their meeting at the hospital, with Marybeth Anders parents had gone on longer than hed realized. You ready? He asked her, as he slid off the corner of desk hed been sitting on. Katya nodded and whilst he went to sign them both out for the day she gathered up her things and met him out in the squad room. Across the room, as Katya emerged from the office, unseen by either Kyle or Katya, the blind that was pulled down over the window of Bryans office twitched slightly before it fell back into place. Leaving the elevator as they reached the underground parking garage, Kyle and Katya joined hands as they walked towards the car. Now they were off duty they were free to be a little more open in how they behaved, which meant they could hold hands. Opening the passenger door for Katya, Kyle ran around to the other side and climbed into the drivers seat before he gunned the engine. The drive to Caseys was short and within a few minutes Kyle was pulling the Camaro into a space about a hundred yards from the bar, half a dozen cars down from where Devon had parked his Mustang. Ill be home by ten, Kyle assured her, as he unclipped his tie and unfastened his top button. Getting out of the car, as Katya slid over and into the drivers seat, Kyle removed his jacket and shoulder rig before he passed his holstered sidearm to Katya, shed lock it away in the safe hed had installed under the spare wheel in the trunk, before he leant in and kissed her. Turning away, Kyle headed for the bar as Katya drove off. Although it was still early, there were almost two dozen people in Caseys as Kyle entered, the detective nodding to friends and exchanging a few words with some hed not seen for a while, before he made his way across to the booth where Devon sat. An almost full pitcher of beer sat on the table in front of him, along with two glasses, and Kyle slid into the seat opposite Devon before he poured himself a beer from the pitcher. So, whats on your mind my friend? Asked Kyle, after downing half his beer in one swallow. Setting the glass down with a sigh, he looked up at Devon, who was playing nervously with his beer glass. Megan, she had an appointment with the doctor today, said Devon, finally stopping playing with his beer glass and looking up at Kyle. Weve been trying for a baby, which was why she had to go to the doctor. We thought she might be, but... his voice trailed off and he paused before he added, with a huge grin. Megan is pregnant, were gonna have a baby. Congratulations, my friend, said Kyle, reaching across to slap his friend on the back. ----------------------------------------------------------- As she packed Kyles weapon in the safe she wished he had kept it on him. Just to be on the safe side. That done and everything locked up, Katya walked through the parking ramp and into the library. There was a bathroom right off the entrance that she remembered. It was one of the places around town that she would change disguises to become another person. There were dead drops in the library that had been used too. Usually a book with papers slipped in or a container someplace. It was so nice not to have to worry about that kind of thing anymore! She drifted into the back stacks to look for a book to read when her ears caught a sound. One that was familiar to Katya for all the wrong reasons. A glance through a gap in the books confirmed just what she had feared it was. It was generally a safe thing but just to be safe Katya put her hand on her weapon while pulled out her badge. Want to put it back in your pants there chief? she said softly as she gazed at the gentleman who was getting a blow job from a woman kneeling before him. His eyes got wide at the sight of the badge she held in front of her. I...I....we...I... he stuttered, stepping back and fumbling to pull his pants up. His cock had instantly wilted. Dont try to explain, please. This is your lucky night too cuz I dont want to take the time to run you both in. Katya just shook her head and noticed the ring on his finger. Get the hell out of here and if I catch you again then you will be run in. And sir, I doubt your wife will like having to bail you out for this so dont do it, k? And what the hell were you thinking? What if a kid had come around that corner and not me? The man was Bryans age or a bit older. The nice suit said he also had money. For Petes sake he could afford a motel room! He was still jabbering when he reached for some bills that were on a bookcase. Leave it. She earned it. Now git! Katya watched him nearly run and then turned back to the woman. Tracey? Is that you? It was one of her girls from the last operation. Still pretty but more worn than the last time she had seen her. The bleached blond was a head taller then she was and a few years older. Her dress was a bit revealing but not more than what other women might be wearing. Lisbeth? Or whatever your name is? Katya. Call me Katya. She shook her head at meeting her like this and in a library! What the hell are you doing girl? Tracey just shrugged. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. You should know, you did the life once upon a time. Or acted like because you were a fucking cop. Us ladies you recruited... Nobody would sponsor us after you came out cuz they all thought we were wired. Most of us had to go on the streets to work. Thank you Officer. To go from high price call girlescorts to street whores. That was a huge fall in terms of class, money, and pride. Did it bother Katya? A little, especially for the girls who had kids but she could live with it. They wanted to love the life, they earned the fleas that went with it. There were ways out of they wanted to take them. Before Katya could say anything a librarian poked her head around the corner. Might I ask what is going on here? She is just leaving and I would suggest putting her on the people who arent allowed in here, Katya said, showing her badge. And she was just leaving too. Night miss. Run allow please. She stepped aside to let the hooker leave. Tracey walked past Katya with head held high. Bitch, she said softly. Thank you officer. We try and keep them out but.... the librarian said, shrugging slightly. Quite welcome. I have a feeling you wont see the gentleman here again. He did look like he was running a little fast... Almost tripped twice too... They both got a grin out of that. ----------------------------------------------------------- Settling back into his seat in the booth, Kyle looked across at Devon and frowned. Although Devon looked happy, there was also something that clearly seemed to be troubling him. So, what else is on your mind? Asked Kyle, as he lifted his beer glass and watched Devon over the rim. I dont know, answered Devon, as he took a sip of his beer and then refilled his glass from the pitcher on the table. Its just...Im worried. Not about the baby, its what we both wanted, its just Im worried Im not going to be a good dad, finished Devon, as he set his glass down on the table. I think youre gonna be a great dad, Devon, said Kyle, trying not to laugh. He was sure this was something almost all expectant fathers went through the first time, wondering if theyd be a good parent. Not that Kyle thought Devon had anything to worry about on that score, hed seen the way Devon was with Mikeys youngest. What makes you think otherwise? He asked, as he took another sip of his beer. My dad, I know its silly but he was never around, never had time for us when we were growing up. I dont want to be like that, but... answered Devon, looking up from the spot on the table hed been staring at. Youre not going to be like that, Ive seen you with Mikeys kids, youre great with them. Youre gonna be fine, my friend, said Kyle, as he reached over the table and gave his friend a slap on the shoulder. Mikey will tell you the same, his kids adore you. I know, said Devon, the faintest hint of a smile. He finished his beer and then stood up, glancing down at Kyle. Come on, lets go grab a smoke before Mikey gets here, he added, as Kyle rose from his seat and the two of them went outside for a smoke. The rest of the evening seemed to go by quickly as Kyle and Devon talked about anything and everything except work, Mikey called to let them know he wouldnt be able to make it down, saying something about a plumbing crisis at home. Around nine thirty, with Devon feeling a lot better than he had when Kyle had arrived, Devon gave Kyle a ride back to his condo before heading home. Youll be fine, Devon. Just remember what your dad did and then do exactly the opposite, said Kyle, as he got out of the car. Thanks, Kyle, said Devon, watching as his friend headed towards his condo before he drove off. Hey honey, Im home, said Kyle, as he entered the condo. ----------------------------------------------------------------- After the encounter with Tracey, the thrill of being in the library had left Katya so she went home. Entering the condo and knowing that Kyle wasnt there made it seem all the more empty to her. She guess thats what being in love felt like. Without turning on any lights, Katya put away their weapons in the storage safe and made herself a bowl of cereal as she looked through the mail. Nothing important, just some bills and junk mail. As she ate, she just stared out the windows at the darkening sky. Tracey had reminded her of the years she had spent not being herself. Not just as Lisbeth but as several other women as well. Each with a separate identity, background, and style. Many mornings she had to remind herself as she woke up just who she really was. That she was Katya and just playing another person. Sometimes it all came cascading back. Like having the dreams of Olga, the Russian biker babe, and waking up to talk to Kyle in Russian until he really woke her up. That always horrified Katya because for that brief moment, she literally didnt know who she was! After ending her undercover work, she had met with shrinks who warned her that she could be a prime candidate for PTSD and Dissociative Identity Disorder. That was why she wanted to get back to work as soon as she could so she could just be Katya and no one else. It was working and especially with Kyle being there the dreams and such were less and less. Still though... She knew all the girls were still there. Someday, she would be able to embrace them fully but keeping herself on top. When Kyle came home, only the light in the kitchen was on. He knew from experience that usually meant that Katya had gone to bed early. Quietly entering the bedroom, he found that he was correct in that assumption. For a moments he just gazed down at her sleeping form and wondered just how lucky he was that she had decided to spend her life with him. He slipped off his clothes so he was as naked as she and joined her in bed. Hey... Katya said, sleepily as she turned to face him. Sorry I zonked out but I couldnt help it. He kissed her softly, gently placed a finger against her lips as she started to say something else, and held her close as they both drifted off to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Twenty-four The next morning, Kyle woke before their alarm clock went off. Katya was still snuggled in close and tight against him, her head resting lightly on his chest as she slept soundly. Being careful not to wake her, Kyle managed to wriggle free of her and slipped out of the bed, grabbing a pair of pajama pants from the chair and putting them on as he padded across the room and out into the kitchen. He checked the clock in the kitchen, there was still a half hour before the alarm clock would go off, at six, so he started the coffee maker and then headed for the bathroom. Returning to the kitchen, Kyle poured himself a cup of coffee and then carried his drink out onto the small balcony before he lit a cigarette and sat down to watch the boats in the small marina as he sipped his coffee. Finishing his coffee and smoke, Kyle remained outside for a few more minutes, enjoying the cool breeze that blew across the marina. It was late August and most of the past six weeks or more had been extremely hot and humid, with temperatures reaching into the high 90s with humidity levels to match, so the chance to enjoy a cool breeze was rare and welcome. The door that led from the lounge to the balcony slid open and Kyle turned slightly, smiling as Katya, wearing a long robe that was tight tightly around her middle, stepped outside to join him. She carried two cups of coffee and she passed him one before she settled in the chair next to his, a frown darkening her pretty face as he reached for a cigarette and lit it. Morning, my love, said Kyle, as he took a sip of coffee before he leant over and kissed her softly. Why didnt you wake me? Asked Katya, as she adjusted her robe and sipped her coffee. You looked so peaceful, sleeping, that I didnt have the heart to, he answered, reaching for her hand and squeezing her fingers gently. Devon and Megan are expecting, he added, after a few more seconds. Thats fantastic, I guess thats why he wanted to meet you for a drink last night, to celebrate, said Katya, with a smile. Yeah, agreed Kyle, deciding not to tell her what Devon had been worried about. He was sure hed convinced Devon that he had nothing to worry about, but hed try and talk to Mikey later, hopefully the older detective would be able to lay all Devons fears to rest. Im gonna take a shower, said Kyle, some ten minutes or so later, as he finished off his coffee. He rose from his seat and kissed Katya softly, before he disappeared back inside and headed for the bathroom. Two hours later, at a little after eight, Kyle and Katya made their way from the elevator into the homicide squad room, carrying a paper tray with four cups of coffee and a bag of donuts. Whilst Kyle went across to sign them in, Katya headed for where Devon and Mikey sat at their desks and gave Devon a fierce bear hug. Congratulations, to you and Megan, said Katya, once shed released the somewhat startled detective. Thanks, Katya, said Devon, before he returned her hug. He kissed her cheek gently, before he added. And thanks for letting me borrow that big lunk of yours last night, he whispered in her ear before he released her. Glancing across at Devon and Katya, Kyle picked up the tray of coffee cups and carried them across to where Devon and Mikey sat. He set the tray down before taking one of the cups himself, the four of them exchanging pleasantries and catching up before Kyle and Katya headed for their small office and left Devon and Mikey to get on with their day. Entering their office, the two detectives made sure they left the door open as they saw Bryan lurking in the doorway of his office, watching them. Although the lieutenant had seemed a little more relaxed, mellow, since the incident with the report hed tried to submit, neither Kyle, nor Katya, was willing to push him too far. Forensic report is here, said Kyle, as he saw the envelope on his desk. Picking it up he opened the envelope and slid out two copies of the report, handing one to Katya before he settled into his chair and began reading through it. There wasnt really anything new, although the hair and fiber analysis had been completed. The techs had found several distinctive dark green fibers on Marybeths body that werent from her clothing, if they could find a suspect and a garment the CSU team were confident that they could match them. It wasnt much, but at least it was something. Katya pulled up her notes and studied the wall of pictures to try and get any kind of insight that she hadnt had before. As she was doing that, Kyle was reading a few other reports that had also arrived during the early morning. One confirmed that the RA, Judith Baker, had been injured in a basketball game and had seen one of the campus nurses about it. There was a recommendation to see a surgeon about a possible torn rotator cuff. Another was confirming that Sanchez, the ex-boyfriend, had been playing an online video game at the probable time of the murder. Neither were iron clad of course but they confirmed what both detectives felt in their guts neither did it. Calling up a Google map, she traced the route that Marybeth was taking to that branch of the library and zooming in on several areas. Her brow furled slightly as Katya then punched a search into her desktop and waited for it to load. Kyle watched as her head went back and forth between the tablet and monitor. He didnt say anything but he just knew that his partner was onto something. Finally, Katya leaned back and looked over at Kyle. We have a problem.... When I talked with her mother, she said that she had talked to Marybeth earlier that day. She had mentioned about getting some fancy air fresheners for the dorm room and that she had only seen them in a place on 3rd Street. Its a little boutique or something and its actually a slightly better shot to the library because you dont have to cross a couple of streets. She brought up the map to show him as he leaned over her shoulder. A couple of hours before she left the dorm there had been a water main break and that whole street was shut down until early the next morning. Including the sidewalks. Marybeth wouldnt have known that until she got to the barrier and then taken the other route. If someone was stalking her, they would have had race ahead and get into position in that park to wait for her. Theres no way they could have done that without being noticed. She just shook her head. Marybeth was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Kyle said softly. Were looking at a random murder, not a specific one. Which means we have jack shit to go on. Until we get a witness or something else.... Her voice trailed off. They both knew things had gotten a lot harder. This case just keeps getting better and better, said Kyle, softly, with a deep, heavy sigh. Between their suspects having solid alibis and this, Katya was right. They had nothing, less than nothing even. I guess we could canvas the park later, see if anyone was around that night and might have seen something. I mean, the park is a pretty popular spot, people go jogging there, someone could have seen someone acting suspiciously, added Kyle, although he really didnt sound, or feel, hopeful. Sure hed had cases break on something that flimsy before, or on a hunch, but the chances of it happening were slim. It could be worth a shot, I guess, said Katya, after a long pause, although, like Kyle, she really didnt sound all the hopeful. Okay, so we know what we dont have. A suspect or a motive, said Kyle, as he stood up and moved to stand beside the white board. He uncapped a marker, before he added. But we do have some things we can go on. Whoever did this has military training, probably with Special Forces, Green Beret, Marine Recon, Delta Force, Ranger or Navy Seal. We know that from the wound on Marybeths neck, the placement and the type of knife that was used. We have the fibers, and we know whoever is responsible has to be around my height and build, which means theyre probably male. As he spoke Kyle made notes on the whiteboard, pausing before he added. We also know whoever it is, theyre not a sexual predator, if they were there would have been some evidence, even if they were interrupted. Looking at the notes hed made Kyle realized it really wasnt much and that most of it was guesswork, but it was better than nothing. Of course having a suspect, or motive, would have made things a lot easier, a lot more clear cut, but they didnt have either so they were going to have to work with what they did have. So, why dont you check around the other precincts in the city, see if theres anything that matches our profile, whilst I dig into the archives, see if I can find any unsolved cases with a similar M.O? He said, as he returned to his desk and settled into his chair. Switching on his computer, Kyle headed out for a smoke whilst he waited for the machine to boot up. Something told him this was going to be a long day. Thats going to be a long list of people.... she said as she watched him create the list. You could add hunters to that list too because they would know how to slit the throats of animals quite well. I agree on the sexual angle too. They have plenty of time but laid Mary beth out of the ground very peacefully. According to the techs.... They found arterial spray in the direction she was facing. Katya dropped the report and stood up to pantomime what she was thinking. He had from behind, tilted her head back, slit her throat, and then set her feet on the ground, and lowered her as he knelt down. She looked up at Kyle. He might have gotten a little blood on a glove or sleeve but that would be it. Quick, clean, and in a way peaceful. Id add butchers to your list too Kyle. The artisan meat processors, the guys with the small shops, would have the skill easy. Katya took her seat again and began tapping on her desktops keyboard. Ill check the other precincts and the Feebs ViCAP, she said as Kyle got up for his filthy habit. Last time you used the ViCAP search we got listings for clowns in Phoenix. How you did that... Shaddup.... he said, shaking his head at. So he wasnt a computer tech like she was... As he walked past Bryans office, Kyle glanced in. His and the LTs eyes met and neither broke contact until he passed out of view. While things were calm on the surface, the tension between them was still thick enough to cut with a knife. Katya had told him to just go easy and not look for a fight. It was good advice but the problem was the close proximity to each other... Unaware of the pissing match her fiance and former mentor were engaged in, Katya entered the search parameters into the ViCAP database. They didnt have a lot to narrow it down so the results were very long. Changing the time frame to the past two years and the location to the city did help a little. Still, it was a big list to print out for Kyle. She then pulled up the departments own database to see what was in there. This one was heavily monitored she knew because the brass didnt want the media to see the raw data and numbers. Aka the cases that couldnt be closed for whatever reason. Hey...Heres a couple that kind of fit the MO from about two years ago, Katya said as Kyle came back in. Ummm...hookers over in the 2nd and 3rd precincts died from stab wounds. Not to the throat though. Looks like they were stabbed through the heart. Theres other ones but I dont get the feel from them. Hes killing them but being..well...gentle about it. She was figuring it was a he because it just seemed to fit. Then Katya suddenly winced as if in pain. Oh Lord... What if these are the only ones weve found? Ill do a missing persons search but Im not sure just what were looking for... When you pull up the records, Ill give the investigating detectives a call and use my sweet lil thing voice to find out what they might have seen. As soon as he got outside, Kyle found a nice, shaded, spot and lit himself a cigarette as he leant back against the wall with a long sigh. The case was turning out to be a lot harder than either he, or Katya, had imagined it would be at the start. And if, as he suspected, there turned out to be other victims they hadnt found yet, or hadnt been linked to their case, then it really would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. He thought about what Katya had suggested, about adding butchers to their list of possible suspects, but he really didnt think they were really viable suspects. Sure theyd have the skill to inflict the kind of wound that had killed Marybeth, but they wouldnt have the skill or training to subdue a struggling victim, much less sneak up on them unseen. No, he was sure that whoever was responsible for this had to have had military training. Finishing his smoke, Kyle dropped the butt into the trash but he stayed outside for a few minutes more. The situation with Bryan seemed to be getting better, the tension between them easing off a little, at least in their working relationship. He glanced at his watch, it was a little after nine thirty although it felt as if it should be a lot later. Shrugging, Kyle lit another cigarette and tried not to think about the case, or Bryan, for the next ten to fifteen minutes. Returning to their office, Kyle settled into his chair and turned to face Katya as she told him what shed found out. Oh, great, said Kyle, softly, as Katya finished telling him what shed found out and her theory. We can rule out butchers, he added, pausing before he continued. Sure, a butcher might have the skill and precision to make that cut, but not on a living, struggling, victim. Think about the walk through we did the other night, how much you struggled and how easily I was able to subdue you. We were trained for that in the marines. Whoever did this, and who may be responsible for others, has military training. Theyve done it before, if they hadnt it would have been a lot messier. And that cut, its exactly, and I mean exactly, the way we were trained. Placement, depth, force, everything. No butcher would have that level of skill, unless theyve been trained. He didnt like the idea, but he knew, in his gut, he was right. When they found whoever did this, theyd find hed been in the military, either Marine Force Recon Rangers or some other Special Forces unit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHapter Twenty-five The rest of the morning they spent searching computer records and the city database of missing persons and unsolved homicides dating back over the last five years. Besides the two hookers that Katya had found, they turned up another half dozen possibilities from the other precincts files, along with almost two dozen missing persons that matched their general victim profile. Mid to late twenties, five feet three to six in height, brunette and slim build. Whilst Katya checked out the Federal ViCAP database, Kyle made some calls and arranged to have the case files shipped over to the precinct so they could read through them. Glancing at his watch, Kyle realized it was past lunchtime, which explained why his tummy was grumbling. Lets grab some lunch, and this time Im choosing, said Kyle, as he grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair before he and Katya left the office. She didnt totally agree on his dismissal of her butcher theory but she let it drop. It was probably wrong but Katya would keep it in the back of her mind though. The talk about how easy it was for Kyle to subdue her still sent some shivers up her spine. At least we have a general idea about the build for the perp Somebody about your height and upper body strength. Theyd have to be to be able to drag Marybeth away. At Kyles announcement about lunch, Katya realized what time it was and readily agreed. Staring at computer screens all morning had made her dig out her glasses that she hated to wear. It was that or have a migraine. Dimming the overhead fluorescents and using a little table lamp helped things too. Kyle always joked that the next thing she was going to bring in was scented potpourri. Only if it came in French roast coffee flavor.... she replied. Their lunch was at a hole in the wall rib joint that by all rights should have been closed by the health department. The only reason they werent, besides probable bribes, was that they made the best BBQ ribs in town. I gotta take you to Memphis someday, Katya said as they split a platter of ribs and coleslaw. Little place on the river that puts this place to shame. Parents and I found it by accident after visiting Graceland. Two Russians just had to visit there.... she just shook her head. You know what kind of serial killer is the most hard to catch? The one who drifts into a town that has an active killer, does a few copycats, and then leaves. Police are too busy going after the real one to bother much with the fake. Katya wiped her fingers and mouth with the handy wipes that were amply supplied at each table. Not just because he can hide so easy but that you cant figure out how he picks the targets. Hes going after women but what kind and why.... We get a lead on that and get in his head, we can track him. A thought suddenly came to her as Katya thought about the files they had requested. How many of those potentials were looking at are prostitutes? I ask because I know, rather, knew a fair share. Im sorta persona non grata amongst the ladies but I could ask around and see if theyve noticed anything. Hell, I could go under and eye things up a bit from street level! She just knew what Kyle would think of that idea! I know, thats one of the reasons why we always keep the details out of the press, it makes it harder for someone to be a copycat if they dont know the details, said Kyle, as he set down a rib bone and wiped his fingers clean before he reached non-alcoholic beer hed ordered with his lunch. He couldnt drink on duty, but this was the next best thing. Setting the glass back down, he looked up from his plate as Katya suggested going undercover as a hooker. No way, not even Bryan would agree to that, he answered, almost before shed finished suggesting it. Even if it wasnt as dangerous as hell, which it would be, if you go undercover youre gonna be out of the office and Im going to be trying to work this case, plus all our others, on my own. He wasnt going to dispute her suggestion that having someone out there might be a good idea he just didnt want her to volunteer. Partly because of their caseload, but mostly because he didnt want to spend all night worrying about her safety. Finishing their lunch, the two detectives headed back to the precinct and returned to their small office. As they entered they found the files that Kyle requested had already been delivered, with over two dozen manila folders sitting on their desks. Whilst he went to get them some coffee, Katya went into the office. Four hours later, at a little after seven in the evening, Kyle finally closed the file hed been reading and tossed it onto his desk alongside the other dozen or so hed spent the rest of the day studying. So far theyd identified another half dozen possible victims they could tie in to their killer. The one thing that was really puzzling them both, though, was that none of those victims had been killed in the past two years. They had at least half a dozen victims spanning a two year period, then nothing for two years until Marybeth Anders. It didnt make sense, unless something had taken their killer out of the city. The burning and so far unanswered question, though, was what that might have been. Tomorrow they planned to check the ViCAP database, see if there were unsolved murders in other cities around the country that might be linked to their killer. If their killer was moving around the country that would at least explain the gap between their last possible victim and Marybeth. Rubbing his tired eyes, Kyle glanced at his watch and then turned to Katya. Lets call it a day Im getting nothing except eyestrain right now. Im so tired right now I couldnt spot a link if it walked up and introduced itself. Well come back tomorrow fresh and rested, said Kyle, as he stood up and began gathering up the files, being careful to keep the ones hed read separate from the ones he hadnt. Hed re-read all of them again, later. As Katya finished tidying up her own files Kyle went to sign them out, before the two of them left the precinct. Im too tired to cook, lets grab some Thai on the way home, said Kyle, as they reached the car. He held the passenger door open for Katya then got in on the other side, the Camaro tires squealing in protest as he accelerated out of the parking lot. As the car left the parking garage, neither detective was aware of the figure, hiding in the shadows, watching them. His reaction at her undercover suggestion was just what Katya expected. Bryan though? He wouldnt even have to say a word since Kyle would lock her in a closet if it came down to. It was a dangerous idea but if it could save a life, she would do it in a heartbeat! And if he was so worried, maybe Kyle could join her. He was too nice looking to be a pimp so a grungy homeless guy? That would be cute! Yeah I know we keep things out of the media but thats how they work. They use all the details that are printed So we know its not related but shuffle it off to be worked on later. They use our processes against us. Katya and Bryan had heard all of this while down at Quantico meeting with the FBIs BSU shrinks for more tips on undercover cases. It was fascinating, in a scary sort of way. She had read the case file for a police officer who went under to get close to a serial killer suspect so she could win his trust and have him open up to her. The temptation to blow his brains out must have been huge! Going through the piles of files, Katya tried to keep a list of things that were most likely to be in common. That way they could go over it later and see if there was a common denominator. After the first four though it was obvious that they werent getting anywhere with it. They just didnt have much in common other than being dead. So when Kyle decided to call it a day Katya didnt argue in the slightest. While Kyle was signing them out, she paid Bryan a quick visit... Hey Red... he said, looking up from a report he had been reading. Hows my girl doing? Same old, same old. Just about to sign out... What the heck is that? Katya pointed at a foil plate with a fragrant mix of beans, rice, and meat that was mostly gone in it. Smells....good actually. Its Asado. Asawhowho? She said and took a bit of bread to mop up the sauce. Her eyes lit up at the flavors. Colombian barbeque. Small place on the south end makes. Maybe I ought to take you there sometime? Id like that Bryan. You and me. Us against the world! Katya laughed and went behind his chair to wrap her arms around him. I love you Bryan. You kept me safe so many times.... She didnt notice his tensing up for a brief moment before relaxing again. -------------------------------------------------------------- When they got home Kyle and Katya didnt bother turning on any lights. While she sorted out the food, he went for a smoke on the balcony and then followed her into the bedroom. Later on, still feeling the afterglow from their mutual orgasms they lay snuggled against each others as they ate. It was warm enough that they didnt bother with any sheets and just lay naked on the bed. This is nice.... Katya said with a smile. Just being like this, not worrying about a thing.... Being with my studly man. She leaned over and kissed him briefly before laughing. Oh God, I just remembered that first date we went on. The one that was a near disaster. I hadnt been on a real one in years and I didnt know what to do.... I actually called my mom when I ducked into the bathroom to get advice. This is the same mother who bet me that she could drink me under the table last Christmas? Kyle asked. Katyas parents were interesting. Scary at times, but interesting. The same and if I recall she won. They had gotten some nice pictures of a sleeping Kyle. Some of them he hadnt seen yet but would. At the wedding reception. In large blowups. She told me to get my ass back out there and start apologizing for things even if it wasnt my fault. Just apologize and make you feel sorry for me. Katya snuggled closer. I didnt apologize but I got my ass back out there. I remember, said Kyle, with a grin. I was sitting there at the table on my own, our waiter hovering over my shoulder, and starting to think of strange and inventive ways of killing Devon for talking me into that, whilst I sat there and wondered what the hell doing. But then you came back and I knew why I was there, your smile, the look in your eyes, I didnt need any other reason. Said Kyle, softly, as he cuddled a little closer to Katya and ran his fingers through her hair as she gently rested her head against his shoulder. I guess we were both pretty nervous that night, he added, with another grin. He knew hed done a better job of hiding his nerves than Katya had, but hed been nervous too, it was the first date hed been on for almost five years and hed worried that he wouldnt know what to say or do. Luckily he hadnt needed to resort to the cheat sheet that Scott had prepared for him, just in case. Scott had overheard him and Devon talking, and although he hadnt known who Kyle was going on a date with hed felt the need to offer his advice and wisdom, even when Kyle very firmly told him not to. The two of them sat cuddled up close on the bed for a while longer, neither of them really saying anything, just taking a comfort from the warmth and closeness of the one they loved held close. Turning, Kyle gently kissed Katya on the forehead and then gently tilted her head back until he could gaze down into her soft eyes. I know we said wed wait to get married, but I dont want to. Said Kyle, suddenly, as he gazed down into her eyes. Although the suggestion seemed almost off hand, a spur of the moment type thing, it was something hed been thinking about off and on since shed been shot during the bank robbery. Hed never felt so scared in his life when hed realized she was down, that he might lose her. September, just as the leaves start to turn, a fall wedding. It gives us two months and change to prepare, make plans, he added. He could tell from the way her eyes suddenly got wide that hed caught her by surprise. Even if we cant get the church, well make other arrangements, we can get married at the bandstand in the park, or City Hall, by the river, anywhere, continued Kyle, once he was sure that Katya wasnt going to freak out on him. If she wanted theyd do it all again, properly, later, just like theyd originally planned but he knew he didnt want to wait any longer. There was another reason behind his suggestion of September theyd started dated in September, three years earlier. So, what do you think? He added, still gazing lightly into her eyes. Listening to him, she found herself smiling more and more. I think its a wonderful idea! she exclaimed and gave him a deep kiss. Afterwards, Katya rested her head on his chest while Kyle gently stroked her hair. Ill let our moms know so they can get the balls rolling and get everything set up. Last I heard they had the plans and just needed the date to make it happen. Theyre more organized about it that I am.... That gave them both a laugh. The way it seemed, the couple just needed to show up at the church on the correct day. Their mothers were having fun too much fun setting things up. As it happens, I found a dress that I think I like. When we take lunch tomorrow can we stop by the shop and I can go in to try it on? Knowing Kyle like she did Katya placed a finger over his lips. And no, you cant come with me. You get to stay in the car like a good little boy. You get to see the dress on our wedding day. Just so long as I can see you without the dress is all I care about, Kyle laughed and kissed the top of her head. Are we still on for Big Sur for the honeymoon? It would be a week of just doing nothing except enjoying the company of each other. Of course. Means we have to make the reservations for that too. Good to have reminded me. Katya looked up at Kyle and touched his cheek lightly. I do have another a question for you about the ceremony.... I already talked to my dad about it and he agreed to it. Hell give me away but I want him and Bryan to both walk me down the aisle. Dad is dad or course but Bryan.... Well he was something close to it for a long time. He got me through some bad times... Kyle didnt say anything but just held her tighter. There were somethings that Katya still couldnt talk about he knew. Things that had hurt her deeply. With all that she had done he kind of suspected what they might be. A pretty female, alone, amongst some very bad men? He didnt press her on it. When she felt comfortable about talking about it Kyle would be there for her. I think its a great idea, he finally said. He cares about you alot. He and I have our...differences but we agree on that point. We both want to see you safe. And you do Kyle...and you do. Katya leaned up to kiss him again. A kiss that lasted alot longer and ended with her astride his body as they began to make love again. Something lover knew about a figure before a screen zooming the image in to see the words Katya was mouthing, knowing that she was saying their name. Chapter Twenty-six The following day and the day after Kyle and Katya spent going through the rest of the unsolved murder case files that had been sent over, trying to identify more possible victims to link to the murder of Marybeth Anders. Which was proving to be a much more daunting task than either of them had first realized. Whilst Willowburg was considered a relatively quiet city, there had been an average of seventy five murders per year in Willowburg over the past five years. The Willowburg Police Department had a higher than average success rate when it came to solving murders, solving better than eighty percent of all the murders in the city, but that still left between ten and fifteen unsolved murders per year. Most of those were gang related, like almost all cities Willowburg had its own gang problems although they were nowhere near as bad as elsewhere, but between them Kyle and Katya were able to identify at least ten cases that could be linked to their current case. Most were hookers, which explained why they hadnt perhaps received the attention they deserved, but two stood out above the rest. Both victims had been college students and although the crimes had taken place three years apart, both victims had filed police reports saying that theyd thought they were being followed several days before they were killed. There were also over a dozen Missing Person reports that fitted their general victim profile, but with no bodies and nothing else to go on they put those aside for now. Over the weekend, the two detectives tried to put the case behind them, they both had the weekend off and neither of them wanted to think about work. They spent most of Saturday uptown, shopping for birthday gifts for Kyles mother and Devon, as well as making wedding plans. Saturday evening and most of Sunday morning they spent writing out wedding invitations, whilst they also spent several hours on the telephone with their respective parents making plans. I never knew planning a wedding was so involved, said Kyle, as he finally hung up the telephone after spending close to an hour talking with his mother. Of course he realized that things could be a lot worse, both their parents were doing most of the planning and making the arrangements, so that all Kyle and Katya really had to do was organize their outfits and make sure they turned up at the appointed time and place. There was one thing, though, that Kyle wanted to do. Katya had once told him that when she was a little girl shed dreamed of riding to her wedding in a horse drawn carriage and Kyle wanted to make that dream come true for her. Most of Sunday afternoon the two of them spent out at their local gun club and shooting range, sharpening their skills in preparation for their upcoming mandatory requalification test. As police officers the two of them were required to qualify with their sidearm every year, if they failed theyd be unable to work on the streets until they passed. There was also the annual Willowburg PD pistol shooting competition coming up, too, and Kyle was the defending champion. Kyle had also, recently, brought himself a new hunting rifle and he spent the last half an hour or so zeroing in the rifle scope before they finally left. Leaving the range, the two of them headed for a local Thai restaurant they both liked, for dinner, before they returned to their condo and then took a long, leisurely stroll around the marina. It was a beautiful, sunny, evening with a light breeze blowing in across the marina, the two of them walking hand in hand with the wind blowing through their hair. There were a couple of boats up for sale and they stopped to talk with the owner of one, they couldnt afford it, but, as Kyle put it they could dream. Maybe one day, though. Even with the ear protectors, Katyas ears were ringing by the time they left the range. When she had joined the squad, she could barely hit the broadside of a barn but her aim had gotten better over time. Now she at least get a good grouping that would allow her to pass. Kyle though....he was the sharpshooter. On a long distance range he was hitting targets that Katya could barely see through binoculars. You know what I would love to do? she said as they looked over the boats. Buy a sailboat, after learning how to sail of course, and go around the world. Sail down the Atlantic, around the Cape of Good Hope, stop in Australia, and then bum around in the South Pacific for a year or two. Just going where the day takes you. Oh it would be a lot of hard work too Katya knew. Especially the sailing through the Roaring 40s but it could also be fun as well. Anything to keep you in a string bikini 247, he laughed and earned a light punch to the shoulder for it. Abuse! Abuse! Someone call the cops! I dont know him.... My name is Smith! Katya said walking ahead faster and laughing at the same time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- When they arrived at work on Monday morning, Katya noticed that Bryan was already in. She didnt think that he had ever left before or arrived after they did. If his office was bigger it would probably have a cot so hed never have to go home. That made her sad because she wanted him to have a life outside of work. Hey, Mind if I come in? she said, knocking on his door. Kyle was in their own office starting the day. Bryan was on the phone but waved her in to take a seat. Katya sat silently until he was done. Now....how my assisted you? he said with a smile. One that faded when he handed him a gold embossed envelope. Staring at it for several second like it was going to bite him, Bryan roughly slipped his fingers under the flap and pulled the stiff card out. His eyes only caught certain words. Like Yekaterina, wedding, Darius, ceremony, and a date. His eyes read the lines over and over without reading them until the card slipped from his fingers. So youre really going through with it. His flat voice said it as a statement rather than a question. Katya restrained herself from sighing. She knew this wasnt going to be easy but a person could hope... Instead, she gave him a smile and a nod. We finally got off our butts and got a date. And you will be there Bryan. Even if you get hit by a bus and are in a body cast Ill have you propped up and brought in via forklift Ill have you there, got it? Her smile and forceful tone made him jerk his head up. This wasnt the Red he knew. You need to be there because youre walking me down the aisle with my father. Thats how much I love you Bryan. My dad is....my dad and I love him to death. You....looked out for me when my life was on the line. How can I not love you and what you there? And by God, when we have our first baby youre going to be the Godfather because I want that kid to know how wonderful you are. Katya got up and went behind him to hug him again. Saying softly, You put my heart back together and pulled me from that abyss I was ready to leap into. You made me give you that knife. If you had been twenty minutes later.... Silence filled the office as their memories went back to a dingy motel room and the hours she had spent being held by him as the pain that had been festering poured out of her in sobs. When it was over, only a gentle nudge would have been needed to make them lovers but neither had wished that. The closeness they had felt them exceeded any such carnal thing. For Katya, it had faded over the years but she still felt a special bond with him. I dont want you getting that 3AM phone call or worse, what happened at the bank, he said softly, a hand going up to squee