By the time Wendy arrived, the crime scene tape was in place, a demarcate covering a huge area. Better that than the alternative she thought.
Walking up to Detective Garry Wiseman, she nodded. “What have we got?”
“I’ve seen worse.”
“We got a call…the perp was nice enough to leave us a detailed description of what where and whom. It was the glee in his voice, the sadistic sneer of cockiness in which he brazenly suggested we’d never catch him…it made the scene seem more grizzly than usual I guess.”
Wendy donned protective booties and gloves before entering, preparing herself in advance for the worst…and while it was depraved, a sample of man’s inhumanity to man, unthinkable for most, unacceptable, it had happened.
Carefully making her way through the home that had become a crime scene, she questioned everything she saw. Were these deaths the result of a mad man or were they staged? Not that the mad man in question hadn’t staged his victims, he had, but there were differences about this scene.
There were enough crumbs out there regarding the masked murderer as he’d been dubbed for someone to copy what he’d done but they’d deliberately left out several specific details. This was a copy, she was sure of it. The call-in was a sadistic touch though.
No forced entry to start, no defensive marks on the victims, nothing removed, unlike the masked murderer who’d taken specific items, personal to his victims…a keepsake he could stare at and enjoy. He’d never killed men before, only women. Had he “evolved”?
When she was sure she’d absorbed every detail of the crime scene, Wendy joined Gary Wiseman and leaning close whispered, “It’s not him!”
Shocked eyes turned toward her, “What?”
“It’s not him. It’s been staged alright, but the differences are stark. Let’s head back to the station so I can fill you in.”
What she witnessed in Wiseman’s eyes was relieved concern. Obviously, the next question was who knew enough about the original crimes to stage this one accurately enough it fooled a detective of fifteen years. Not that anyone else on the force or otherwise was privy to the exact details, but it was close enough.