Chris Carter - The Executioner

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Inside a Los Angeles church, on the altar steps, lies the blood-soaked, decapitated body of a priest. Carefully positioned, legs stretched out, arms crossed over the chest, the most horrifying thing of all is that the priest's head has been replaced by that of a dog. Later, the forensic team discover that, on the victim's chest, the figure 3 has been scrawled in blood. At first, Detective Robert Hunter believes that this is a ritualistic killing. But as more bodies surface, he is forced to reassess. All the victims died in the way they feared the most. Their worst nightmares have literally come true. But how could the killer have known? And what links these apparently random victims? Hunter finds himself on the trail of an elusive and sadistic killer, someone who apparently has the power to read his victims' minds. Someone who can sense what scares his victims the most. Someone who will stop at nothing to achieve his twisted aim.

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‘Hold on.’ Captain Blake raised her hand. ‘What’s this about a dog called Numberz?’

Garcia ran through the story Kelly Sanchez had told them in her office earlier in the day. The captain immediately made the connection to the numbered victims and the decapitated pet dog.

‘Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?’ Garcia concluded.

‘There’s an APB out on his car, right?’ Captain Blake asked. ‘Has it been spotted yet?’

‘Not yet.’ Hopkins shook his head.

‘We’ve gotta find him,’ she said, her voice filled with anticipation. ‘OK, James Reed is now officially our main suspect in the Executioner Killer’s case. Let’s reissue the APB. If he’s sighted, I want him stopped and arrested. We need him off the streets as quick as possible. Do we have a recent picture of him?’

‘We can get one from Cal Poly’s website,’ Hunter confirmed.

She faced Hopkins. ‘Do it. Let’s get a copy of it to all bureaus.’

Furtively, Hopkins’s eyes sought Hunter, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod as confirmation. ‘I’m on it.’ He dashed out of the room.

Captain Blake directed her stare at Hunter, her expression stern. ‘I really hope my gut feeling is still as good as it used to be. Do what you have to do, Robert.’ A short pause. ‘Let’s hope we can save Mollie and whoever it is this psycho is after.’

‘Captain-’ Hunter stopped her before she left ‘-if you get any more information on Claire Anderson’s murder, please let me know.’

She nodded and calmly closed the door behind her.

Hunter returned to his desk and rubbed his face in frustration. He wanted to be out there, physically hunting the streets of LA for a suspect or searching for Mollie, but he knew that at the moment there was nothing else he could do but wait. And he hated waiting. It made him fidgety. He reached for the photograph pile Hopkins had left on his desk and purposelessly started flipping through them. His eyes weren’t really looking and his mind wasn’t really concentrating. He was just keeping his hands occupied while his brain worked overtime trying to piece the puzzle together. Garcia’s right . James Reed did tick all the right boxes. His mother’s death five months ago could’ve easily been the trigger that freed his bottled hatred. But why didn’t Hunter get the feeling he always did when he knew they were chasing the right guy?

Hunter stopped flicking through the pile of photographs in his hands and held his breath. His stare locked at the top picture, studying the person’s face, looking for something he knew he’d seen before. He almost choked when he finally saw it. ‘Oh my God,’ he murmured before springing to his feet and showing Garcia the photograph.

‘Carlos, who’s this?’ he asked. ‘Why wasn’t this picture on the suspects board?’ The urgency in his voice made Garcia tense.

‘I don’t know. I didn’t set them up, but the names are on the back of the photos.’

Hunter checked. ‘Michael Madden?’

Garcia consulted the list Hopkins had prepared. ‘Here he is. The reason why he wasn’t on the board is because he died a long time ago.’

Hunter refocused his attention on the picture. ‘I don’t think he did.’ He showed Garcia the picture again. ‘I think this guy’s alive and well. And if I’m right, we both know where he is.’

Hundred and Twenty-Two

Garcia stared at the picture in Hunter’s hands, confused. ‘What are you talking about? Who’s Michael Madden?’

‘Look at the eyes, Carlos. You can change everything on a person’s face but the eyes stay the same. They’re like fingerprints.’

Garcia did as he was told, concentrating harder this time. ‘Nope, I still have no idea who this guy is.’

Hunter looked at the photo one more time. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He would have only one shot at this. He needed to be one hundred percent certain. ‘Let’s go.’ He rushed out of the office.

‘Where are we going this time?’ Garcia asked, following Hunter, who took the stairs going up in giant leaps.

‘SID. I need to be sure. We need to talk to Patricia Phelps.’

Garcia frowned. ‘The composite sketch artist?’

‘That’s her.’ Hunter nodded.

The LAPD Scientific Investigation Division is responsible for the collection, comparison and interpretation of physical evidence found at crime scenes or collected from suspects and victims. It’s located on the top floor of the RHD building. The LAPD composite artists are part of the SID team.

Patricia Phelps was the most senior and most experienced of the SID sketch artists. She was getting ready to go home after doing a couple of hours’ overtime when Hunter and Garcia burst through her office door.

‘Pat, we need your help,’ Hunter puffed, half out of breath.

The short-haired brunette with a stop-traffic figure looked at Hunter through the top of her thin-rimmed designer glasses. ‘Did you just run up six flights of stairs, Robert?’ she asked in her husky voice that made most men melt. ‘I guess if you ran all the way up here this can’t wait until tomorrow, can it?’

Hunter took a deep breath but didn’t reply.

‘I thought not. What do you need?’ She undid her coat.

Hunter handed Patricia the photograph. ‘I need you to alter this picture.’

She studied it for a second before shrugging. ‘OK. Let me scan it in.’ She returned to her desk and a minute later the image appeared on one of her computer screens.

‘How advanced is your software?’ Hunter asked.

Patricia chuckled proudly. ‘State of the art. As good as any animation studio in Hollywood. I can turn him into Brad Pitt if you like.’

Hunter smiled and motioned Garcia closer, who still looked puzzled. ‘OK, guys, now here’s the scenario. When you were young, everyone made fun of you, mainly because of the way you looked. It happened in school, on the streets… everywhere. Girls wouldn’t give you the time of day and boys pushed you around, called you names and beat you up. It went on for so long and it got so bad that you ended up hating yourself and the way you looked. You wished you could be somebody else. Are you with me so far?’

Garcia and Patricia both nodded.

‘What if you became rich early in your life? What if you had enough money to do anything you liked, including drastically changing the way you looked? You could finally become that someone else you always wanted to be? No more laughing or name-calling or being beat up. People you knew wouldn’t even recognize you. Would you go through with it? Would you change your face?’

Hundred and Twenty-Three

Garcia thought about it for a moment, his eyes on the face on Patricia Phelps’s screen. ‘Probably.’ He didn’t sound very sure.

‘Most definitely.’ Patricia nodded enthusiastically. ‘I’ve seen the kind of damage severe bullying can do to someone. The daughter of a friend of mine committed suicide a few years ago because of it.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Hunter said.

Patricia gave him a soft smile.

‘Alright, so if you’re this kid-’ Hunter pointed to the computer monitor ‘-what would you have changed?’

Garcia crossed his arms and chewed on his bottom lip while studying the young student’s face.

‘Those umbrella ears would have to go,’ Patricia said, leaning back on her chair. ‘He probably got some real heat for them. They’re quite – shall I say? – predominant?’

‘Yeah, OK. I’ll have to agree.’ Garcia nodded.

‘Can you change that?’ Hunter asked, resting a hand on Patricia’s left shoulder.

‘Watch me work.’ She entered a few algorithms into the software and used a device that looked like an electronic pen to draw on a flat board on her desk. Like a painter stroking a canvas, her movements were precise and graceful. Moments later the student’s ears were completely different.

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