In a Heartbeat. Rita Herron
at the door, peered through the black emptiness. The light she kept burning in the den had been extinguished, too.
A shadow floated across the window.
Someone was outside.
BY 8:00 A.M., Brad stood in the midst of the stifling hot task force room the FBI had designated for the Grave Digger #2 case, and drew a line across the whiteboard to indicate the time the second victim, Mindy Faulkner, had been reported missing. So far, the task force consisted of himself and Ethan, two local Atlanta detectives, Anderson and Bentley, Captain Rosberg, and two Buford cops, Officers Gunther and Surges, who’d been on the scene when they’d found the first victim. They were expecting a profiler from Quantico at some point, but she hadn’t yet arrived.
Outside, horns honked from the heavy morning traffic, sirens wailed as the ambulances rushed to Crawford Long and Grady Hospitals and a construction crew from a neighboring building cluttered the background with noise. Rush hour was in full swing, the commuters slogging through the downtown maze from the interstates, while locals hit Atlanta’s subway system, MARTA, and Georgia Tech and Georgia State students dragged themselves from coffee houses to their first class.
The temperature was already soaring in the high nineties. Warnings to parents not to leave their children or pets in a car alone, along with talk of heatstroke among the elderly, filled the news, the drought another reminder that Mindy wouldn’t last long if they didn’t find her soon.
Brad gestured toward a roll-away map and pierced it with different colored push pins indicating where the first victim, thirty-one-year-old Joann Worthy, had disappeared, then where her body had been found.
“Okay, what do we have so far?” he asked.
Officer Gunther raised a thumb, the sweat stains beneath his armpits growing. The city air-conditioning must be on overload because the system in the building wasn’t working, and they were all melting in the sweltering temperatures, suit jackets tossed aside and sleeves rolled up for relief, although none seemed forthcoming. “We canvassed the lake area, interviewed the neighbors within a five-mile radius of where the body was found. No one saw or heard anything suspicious.”
Brad grimaced. Just like the first time. “Do we have the M.E.’s report or word from forensics yet?”
“Nothing definite from forensics,” Ethan said. “Preliminary autopsy shows multiple contusions to the body, lacerations on hands, wrists, blunt force trauma to the head, signs that the perp attempted to sexually assault the woman, although he didn’t rape her.”
“He’s varying from White then,” Brad said. “But if he failed at rape, he may be impotent, as White was.”
“It probably adds to his agitation,” Ethan added.
A chorus of mumblings rushed out in agreement.
“We looked for a connection between Worthy and White, but so far, we haven’t found one,” Brad said. “Mindy worked at the hospital where White died, but she wasn’t on duty the night he was admitted.”
Ethan spoke up next. “I’ll interview White’s old cell mate, Curtis Thigs. He was released on parole a few days ago. Then maybe I’ll talk to some of the other inmates.”
“Good luck,” Detective Bentley said with a chuckle.
Brad shot them a menacing look. Nothing about this case was funny. “We need to cross-check for other parolees recently released, mental patients as well.”
“I’m on it,” Captain Rosberg said.
“Any leads on the lumber for the coffin?” Brad asked.
“We’re still checking it out,” Detective Anderson said. “It may take awhile. Construction crews in and around Atlanta are too many to count.”
“Make it a priority.” Brad gestured toward his partner. “How about the first vic—a boyfriend in the picture?”
Ethan shook his head. “According to her roommate, she hasn’t been seriously involved with anyone for some time.”
“He’s choosing them at random?” Captain Rosberg asked.
“Maybe.” Brad still didn’t know what to think. White had chosen all coeds. Joann Worthy had been a computer consultant. “Where was the Worthy woman last seen?”
“A sushi bar around the corner from her apartment.” Ethan consulted his notes. “No, wait, after that, she went into a dance club called Johnny Q’s on Marietta Street.”
“And no one saw a man with her?” Brad asked.
“Two guys hit on her, but she brushed them off,” Ethan added. “Got a description. We’re following up. Last the bartender saw, she stepped outside for a cab.”
“The cab companies?”
“We’ve shown her picture. No one remembers picking her up.”
Shit. A dead end.
Ethan rapped his knuckles on the wooden table. “We’ll keep looking into her activities and friendships, though, see what we can find.”
“How about our latest missing woman…Mindy Faulkner?” He nearly choked on the name.
“Thirty, slender, dirty-blond hair, five-four, one hundred and ten pounds, blue eyes,” Captain Rosberg stated.
“He varied again. Joann Worthy was a brunette,” Brad said. “Mindy’s a blonde.”
Everyone nodded and made a note of the detail.
“According to a nurse at First Peachtree Hospital where she works as an R.N., she left the hospital yesterday afternoon around three,” Rosberg continued. “None of her coworkers have seen her since. And her landlord says she didn’t show up at her apartment after work or last night.”
“So, we’ve got several hours unaccounted for,” Detective Bentley said. “He could have picked her up anywhere.”
Brad nodded. “Let’s get busy. The first GD kept each victim seven days and nights. This copycat held his first victim for only three. The clock is ticking.”
The group dispersed, each officer heading out to his assigned part of the investigation.
Ethan’s boots hit the floor. “You think there’s a significance to the time period he’s holding them?”
Brad twisted his mouth in thought. “Yeah. White said God made the world in seven days and nights. This guy leaves a cross, keeps his vics three days. If he’s following White’s twisted logic, maybe the resurrection of the Grave Digger is symbolic of Jesus coming back to life.”
Ethan cursed. “On the third day, he rose from the dead.”
Brad nodded. “And Mindy’s paying for it.”
Ethan gave him an odd look, almost sympathetic, although neither man did sympathetic. “I know you’re beating yourself up over this, Booker.”
Of course his partner would see through him. Hadn’t Ethan’s own family been killed two years ago? It had turned him into a hard-ass, one who took too many risks sometimes.
Brad cursed. “Mindy might die because she knew me. And the first body was dumped near my house. He’s taunting me, shoving the blasted case in my face.”
“We’ll find her,” Ethan said, although Brad knew the words were lip service. There were no guarantees. And so far, no concrete leads.
“I’ve made a list of all the men I’ve crossed in the past five years,” Brad said. “I’m running their names to see if anyone might be on parole or have connections nearby.”
“Good plan.” Ethan shrugged into his jacket. “Have you thought about talking to Lisa Langley?”
“Hell yeah, I’ve considered it.” Brad threw down his pen and scrubbed his hands over the back of his