Michael Connelly - The Poet

"Let me start with the bank," Rachel said. "I just got these records about ninety minutes ago, so there hasn't been a lot of time. But, preliminarily, it looks like we have withdrawals wired to three of our cities, Chicago, Denver and L.A. The dates look good. He got money in those cities within days, just before or after, the bait murders in each. There are two wires to L.A. One coincides with the bail last week, and then on Saturday there was another transfer of twelve hundred. He picked the money up at the same bank. A Wells Fargo on Ventura Boulevard in Sherman Oaks. I was thinking this might be another way of taking him if he doesn't show up tomorrow for his camera. We could watch the account and intercept him the next time he gets money. Only problem with that is that he's running low on funds. After pulling out that twelve hundred, he's down to about two hundred in the account."

"But he's going to try to make some more with the new camera," Thorson said.

"Going on to the deposits," Rachel continued. "These are very interesting but I just haven't had the time to really… uh, in the last two years there has been about forty-five thousand dollars wired to the account. Deposits coming from all over the place. Maine, Texas, California-several from California, New York. There doesn't seem to be a correlating pattern to our killings. Also, I found one overlap. Last November one there were wire deposits made from New York and Texas on the same day."

"He's obviously not making the deposits," Backus said. "Or at least not all of them."

"Those are payments," Brass said over the conference line. "From selling the photos. Payments wired in directly by the buyers."

"Exactly," Rachel said.

"Will we… can we trace back these wires and get to these purchasers?" Thompson asked.

"Uh," Rachel replied when no one else did. "We can try. I mean, we can trace them back but I wouldn't count on much. If you have cash, you can walk into almost any bank in the country and make a wire transfer as long as you have the destination account number and you pay the service charge. You have to give bare-bones sender's information but you don't have to show ID. People buying child pornography and possibly-probably-much worse are likely to use false names."

"True."

"What else, Rachel?" Backus asked. "Anything else from the subpoena?"

"There is a P.O. box for the account mail. It's local and it's probably a mail drop. I'll be checking it out in the morning."

"Okay. Do you want to report on Horace Gomble or save that until you've put your thoughts together?"

"No, I'll tell you the high points, which weren't many. My old pal Horace was not too happy to see me again. We sparred for a while and then his ego got the better of him. He acknowledged that he and Gladden had discussed the practice of hypnosis when they were cellmates. He admitted finally that he traded lessons for Gladden's legal work on his appeal. But he would go no further than that. I sensed… I don't know."

"What, Rachel?"

"I don't know, some kind of appreciation for what Gladden was doing."

"You told him?"

"No, I didn't tell him, but it was obvious to him that I was there for a reason. Still, it seemed like he knew something more. Maybe Gladden told him before he left Raiford what he planned to do. Told him about Beltran. I don't know. He also might've seen CNN today-if they have cable in the dorm. They picked up Jack McEvoy's story big time. I saw it at the airport. Of course, nothing in it links the Poet to Gladden, but Gomble could have figured it out. CNN used the tape from Phoenix again. If he saw that and then I showed up, he'd know what it was about without me saying a word."

It had been the first I'd heard about any response to my story. In fact, I had totally forgotten about it because of the events of the day.

"Any chance Gladden and Gomble have been communicating?" Backus asked.

"I don't think so," Rachel said. "I checked with the hacks. Gomble's mail is still filtered. Coming in and out. He's managed to work his way up to trustee status, works in the prison's receiving shop. I guess there is always the possibility that incoming shipments might contain some kind of message but it seems doubtful. I also doubt Gomble would want to risk his position. He's got it pretty nice after seven years in. Nice job with a little office. He's supposedly in charge of supplying the prison canteen. In that society, that would make him a power. He's got a single cell now and his own TV. I don't see the reason to communicate with a wanted man like Gladden and risk all of that."

"Okay, Rachel," Backus said. "Anything else?"

"That's it, Bob."

Everyone was silent for a few moments, digesting what had been said so far.

"That brings us finally to the model," Backus said. "Brass?"

Again all eyes went to the phone on the table.

"Yes, Bob. The profile is coming together and Brad is adding some of the new details even as we speak. This is what we think we have. We might have a-this could be a situation where the offender went back to the man who set him on the path, who abused him and thereby nurtured the aberrant fantasies he later felt compelled to act upon as an adult.

"It's a play on the patricide model we have all seen before. We are almost solely focusing on the Florida cases. What we see here is the offender, in effect, seeking out his replacement. That is, the boy, Gabriel Ortiz, who currently held the attentions of Clifford Beltran, the father figure who abused him and then discarded him. It is the feeling of rejection the offender encountered that may motivate everything.

"Gladden killed the object of his abuser's current affection and then came back around and killed the abuser himself. It looks to me like an exorcism, if you will, the cathartic rush of eliminating the cause of all that was wrong in his life."

There was a long period of quiet while I thought Backus and the others waited to see if Brass would continue. Backus finally spoke up.

"And then, what you're saying is, he repeats the crime over and over."

"Correct," Brass said. "He is killing Beltran, his abuser, over and over. It is how he gains his peace. But, of course, the peace doesn't last long. He has to go back out and kill again. These other victims-the detectives-are innocents. They did nothing other than their jobs to be chosen by him."

"What about the bait cases in the other cities?" Thorson asked. "They don't all fit the archetype of the first boy."

"I don't think the bait cases would be as important anymore," Brass said. "What is important is that he draws out a detective, a good detective, a formidable foe. This way the stakes are high and the purging he needs is there. As far as the bait cases go, they may have simply evolved into a means to the end. He uses the children to make money. The photos."

As high as the group had been with the prospect of a major break or even conclusion to the investigation coming the following day, a gloom now descended over everyone. It was the gloom of knowing what horrors there were out there in the world. This was just one case. There would always be others. Always.

"Keep working it, Brass," Backus finally said. "I'd like you to send a psychopathologic report as soon as possible."

"Will do. Oh, and one other thing. This is good."

"Then go ahead."

"I just pulled the hard file on Gladden that was put together after some of you visited him six years ago for the rapist profile data project. There's really nothing here that wasn't on the computer already. But there is a photograph."

"Right," Rachel said. "I remember. The hacks let us go into the block after lockdown to take a picture of them, Gladden and Gomble, in their cell together."

"Yes, that's what this is. And in the photograph there are three bookshelves situated over the toilet. I would assume these were shared shelves, both men's books. But anyway, the spines of these books are clearly visible. Most are law books that I am assuming Gladden must have used while working on his own appeal and for other inmates. Also, there is Forensic Pathology by DiMaio and DiMaio, Techniques of Crime Scene Investigation by Fisher, and PsychoPathologic Profiling by Robert Backus Sr. I'm familiar with these books and I think Gladden could have learned enough from these, particularly the book by Bob's father, to possibly know how to make each of the bait killings and crime scenes different enough from each other so that a VICAP hit could be avoided."