Crypto Murders: Never Breathing

“Do you see your friends? They’re all dressed for dinner, too.” Six other women corpses sitting straight up at a table stared at nothing, never breathing. Dano walked Bao around to the head of the table. Her chains jangled as she stomped towards her seat. A severe look of fear crossed her face. When Dano turned Jia’s head, she screamed like a fire engine or police siren.

When Kim and the special agents convened at the Department, they strategized on where this all would lead. They had it in their mind that Dano was within fifty miles of the places where the rental cars were ditched.

Darby pored over the digital forms. They didn’t discover much, but what they had provided them with some sense of solace.

“Whoever this guy is, he’s not interested in raping the victims,” Kim delcared.

“How can you tell?”

“No underwear or semen found at the scene indicates such.”

“Could he be brutally sexualizing them at his residence or at some other location?” St Kitts asked.

“Not likely. There’s a chance for him to not be at more than one spot. Wherever he is, his time is running out….” Kim observed.

As the digital board illuminated, the three of them looked at the video of the cars stopping. The video seemed grainy and spotty at times. There appeared to be a ghost like figure dressed in all black grabbing the girls and throwing then into an adjacent vehicle.

“No van?” Darby asked.

“You’d expect that but this guy is working on a level to evade all truths. He wants to challenge the status quo. We expect an all white van with no windows in the back. That’s too easy for him. This guy is not a professional, but he aspires to be. He wants to impress and be a surplus abductor.”

“But he’s not at the apex,” Darby reminded.

“No, he’s nowhere near. He’s probably already slipped up. We just have to notice it.”

The special agents and the law professor walked through the halls to the conference room. They saw on the monitor the police chief address the crowd of reporters.

“What we have discovered about the cases is that it is a male about five feet seven inches tall and about one hundred and seventy pounds. He’s stocky and though we’re not sure of his race, we have pinpointed that he drives a Yoga with blank plates.”

“How is he getting around with no license plate?”

“We’re looking at that aspect of the case now. We’re using drones and vehicles on the road to identify black Yogas that present the same profile. We have employed uniformed officers as well as the Delaware Federal Bureau of Investigation. We thank you for your coverage and intend to work with journalists to capture this menace. Thank you and no further questions.”

“You know he’s missing a star on his left collar. Did anybody else notice that?” St Kitts pointed out. “He’s the chief of police. He should get one of the corporals to iron and affix his stars to his uniforms.”

Darby and Kim rolled their eyes.

“Okay, we’re locked into this, now. We’re getting closer to finding him and either sending him upstate for life or out of state for death row.” Kim moved back to the room and looked at the board, her eyes darted from one place in the corner.

“Here, that’s where we found her jacket and the money and phone remained intact. He doesn’t want cash and he doesn’t want to be tracked. The black Yoga is going to be his Achilles heel. I already know that he will slip up and that we will descend on him with every ounce of force available.”