James Andrus - The Perfect Death

Inside the crime scene there were only two detectives, Mazzetti and Sparky Taylor, and a four-person crime scene team. This remained standard at almost every homicide crime scene investigation. Occasionally, if circumstances required it, another detective might come into the area. But the rule of thumb-and, as Sparky had pointed out, the policy of the Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office-was to limit the number of people who might come in contact with evidence relating to a homicide.

Outside of the scene, on a picnic bench under a tree, Patty Levine comforted a clearly upset young mother and her little girl. She had arrived at the scene about fifteen minutes after Mazzetti and he was pleasantly surprised to see how alert she looked.

Sergeant Zuni motioned him over to the edge of the fence. She was dressed more casually than during the week but still had a professional and direct air about her. She was a good sergeant who managed the scene without interfering. She didn’t even try to enter the immediate scene around the body. Her job was to keep the perimeter secure with uniformed patrol officers, figure out what needed to be done right now, and keep the command staff informed of developments. She also talked to the media. Mazzetti didn’t like that so much. Before the squad had a regular sergeant, he’d gotten to like talking in front of the cameras. It made him feel important and gave his mother something to brag about. It was tough to compete with a sister who was a judge in Westchester County. The TV interviews aside, he’d found that Sergeant Zuni made life easier for him and that’s what a sergeant was supposed to do.

He stopped at the fence and leaned down on the top tube that ran the perimeter.

The sergeant said, “How’s it going?”

“Female, dressed like she was in her late teens.” He looked over his shoulder at the team working around the body with Sparky Taylor hovering right over them. “We’ll know more soon.”

Sergeant Zuni said, “I couldn’t work with someone over my shoulder like that.”

“That’s his interpretation of the policy that says a detective must supervise evidence collection.”

The sergeant laughed. “He follows policy like a religion.”

“And he’s trying to convert me.”

“Need anything else?”

“Where’s Stall? He’s usually good for some theories.”

“I didn’t call him out yet. I have to manage man power. As it is you’re not going to get a day off today or tomorrow. I had to send another team over to the Landing because someone found a body in a car parked in the garage.”

“Please tell me the mode of death wasn’t strangulation.”

“Relax, Tony. Knifing. Lots of blood.”

“Thank God. I got enough to worry about.” He didn’t even bother to ask who was going to be assigned; as long as it didn’t take Sparky or his crime scene away he didn’t care.

The sergeant looked at him and said, “I didn’t call out Patty, either. How’d she find out about it?”

Mazzetti paused, considering what he should say. She kept those sharp, green eyes on him and he understood why so many dopers confessed to her. “I called her.”

“May I ask why?”

“I heard kids had found the body and she’s better at keeping people calm.”

The sergeant eyed him a moment more, then nodded as she turned away.

Tony Mazzetti joined Sparky by the shallow grave and looked at the body. He thought about this girl’s family and felt something resembling pity. He wondered if he was getting soft. He thought back to the conversation he’d had with the construction worker last night. He’d been hoping to get a chance to track down this Daniel Byrd. Something in his gut said this was a suspect he needed to look at. Mazzetti had broken bigger cases with weirder hunches over the years and had learned to rely on his sixth sense. It was not something he could put into a PC affidavit or even something he could explain to the sergeant without a snicker or being dismissed altogether. But he knew he needed to find this Daniel Byrd.

John Stallings sat on the couch in his mother’s living room while his father straightened up the kitchen. It had been an odd experience chatting with both of them for the last twenty minutes. He didn’t come to terms with it immediately because it was something that had never happened, not even once, during his childhood.

Stallings looked at his mother said, “It creeps me out a little bit you guys are here in the same house.”

“I told you that I saw your father occasionally.”

“You made it sound much more casual and you didn’t tell me until recently.”

His mother smiled, making him realize that even at sixty-two years old, she was a very attractive woman. “If you think you’re freaked out by it, imagine how your sister felt. When he showed up yesterday, confused, she refused to stay in the same house with him.”

“I’m surprised that she didn’t call me. It would have saved me a lot of worry and time yesterday.”

“She went up to Fernandina Beach to see her friend Mario.”

Stallings raised an eyebrow in mock outrage.

But his mother seemed more disappointed as she shook her head and said, “He’s just a friend. I’ve met the young man and I doubt that Helen will be able to convince him he has mistakenly believed he’s a homosexual. My hopes for her providing me with any grandchildren are fading faster than your father’s memory.”

“So you’ve noticed it too?”

“Noticed it? I’ve documented it over the past two years. But he manages his bus schedules okay and rarely confuses anything important. For a long time I thought it was a side effect of his alcohol use. I did notice that he started to refer to Jeanie as Kelly when he talked about her. For a while he even thought that she had visited him on occasion. I have no idea where he got that from.”

Stallings looked over his mother’s shoulder at his father, who seemed to be happy scrubbing a pan and whistling some unknown tune. “I didn’t realize he thought she had visited him.”

“He was never clear about it and I’m afraid I just dismissed the whole idea as part of his memory problem.”

“Is he always like this?”

“Keep in mind our visits could be sporadic. I dated on and off when he first tried to get back in touch with me and I had a regular boyfriend for a while last year. You remember Ralph. Your father didn’t come by at all when he was here. Unfortunately I haven’t had a chance at many dates recently so your father’s visits have been more welcomed.”

“What are you talking about?”

She gave him a look. “Your need for sex doesn’t diminish with age. And it’s hard for me to find a man able to participate at the level I want.”

“C’mon, Mom.” He cringed and couldn’t look at her for a moment.

“Just because I’m a mother doesn’t mean I don’t need sex.”

“But because you’re my mother, I don’t need to hear about it.”

“I guess we should have your father evaluated by a doctor.”

“That would probably be a good idea.”

“I didn’t like the way your sister stormed out of here when he showed up.”

Stallings was starting to feel like he was living his childhood all over again.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and already Buddy had heard more on the news that interested him than he had in the past year. There had been several blurbs on the radio and TV about a body being found buried in Pine Forest Park. That would be Jessie. He’d hoped she wouldn’t be discovered for several more weeks, if at all. He’d chosen that spot because he was able to park his van without anyone noticing it and the whole playground area was soft sand. It’d only taken him about ten minutes to dig what he’d thought was a good, deep hole and dump the warm body of the cute girl from Ocala into it. His reasoning also included a sort of “hide in plain sight” mentality. He thought because of the public nature of the park, there would be no reason for anyone to search for her there. But it didn’t matter because there was nothing to tie him to her.