Chapter 32 first quarter

"No way," Harris said. "According to the manager, a white European female. In her early twenties, possibly younger. Long brown hair, heavy makeup. Typical dubious hooker, except her skirt covered her calves instead of the usual A super short miniskirt. But presumably Walker asked her to look that way." "Has the manager ever seen her?" "This is the first time, Anna." "Presumably there is no CCTV recording?" "Not in the hotel. If we're lucky, we might be able to find records on street surveillance. Need to check." "Did he see her leave the room?"

"No. But he said he usually watches TV in the back. Anyone who wants to come in has to ring a bell, but to get out they just have to unlock the door." "Are we assuming the killer was a woman?" Roberts asked. "She's just a suspect, Lee. She's the last person to see Walker alive. If she exists. We can't rule out that this twenty-something hooker was made up by the manager to cover up his nasty crimes." "Why did the manager cut off that guy's penis? It's not good for his business, is it?" Rhett shrugged. "Then who has a particular reason for doing this? I'm just saying keep an open mind. Anna and Yates, you can follow up. If he can provide a firm alibi from the night of the first case, then It can alleviate his suspicion. His personal network is recorded in Jim's report."

Metcalf raised his pen again to ask a question. "Is this a legally registered hotel?" "As far as I know it is." "Then the hotel will have fire exits and there will be fire exits on the ground floor." "Well said, Pete. Our detection would be much more difficult if there were two of us." "Two what?" Harris asked. "Pay attention, idiot," Taylor muttered.He leaned back in his chair, suppressing a yawn. "Fuck off, Taylor," Harris shot back. "Enough," Rhett said firmly. "Barry, why don't you explain it to Yates. Let him be educated by your infinite wisdom."

Tyler sank back into his seat. "Give me a break, boss. It's still morning." "Accomplice," Roberts explained to Harris. "The prostitute may have opened the back door and let the killer in. One, or both, may have exited through the back door." Harris nodded. "That would explain how a woman tied her victim up like this." "Honestly, Yates, that could have been voluntary," Reid said. "Some innocuous ties are to be expected. The guy was booked for two hours, so he obviously didn't want to take his pants off and make a quick fix. Once he was tied up, he was powerless."

"The plastic head wrap may also be voluntary," Metcalfe said. "Suffocating orgasm." "Is this the case in both cases?" Metcalf shrugged. "It's possible." "Don't they usually put an orange or something in their mouth?" Tyler asked, suddenly interested. "An orange, maybe," said Anna. "The volume of the orange is a bit too big." "Not everyone has a mouth as big as Buzz," Harris laughs. "You can stuff a melon in your mouth." Tyler held back his breath under Rhett's gaze. "I agree, Pete," Red said. "It's just a possibility that while the first victim seems to have been chosen at random by the perpetrator, he just went to the toilet at the wrong time. How likely is it that the perpetrator will be able to find both and trust himself enough So much so that they allowed their sexual partners to cover themselves with plastic bags. But what is certain is that the two victims neither wanted to die nor consented to being dismembered. Anna and Yates, also investigate Walker while you are grilling the manager sexual fetishes."

Tyler belched loudly. "Obviously, since he's billed by the hour, he's not a capable big shot. Unlike previous victims." "Is there anything special about the credit card he carries? Boss?" "Both regular cards, Pete. So this time, Barry," Reid said, "you're right. The victim wasn't a high-income mogul. So, we can presumably rule out a working relationship with the previous victim. suspects of relevant persons.” "Anna and Yates, this is your task too." Reid turned to Metcalf and Roberts. "You two, I want you to do a full survey of the hotel. It's clearly not the inside of the room where the incident occurred. That's the job of the crime scene team. But check all the exits, talk to the neighbors, see if anyone sees a man or woman in the room. Entering or leaving the hotel in the wee hours of the morning. You know the procedure."

"That's right, boss." Tyler twisted and stood up from the chair, his cheeks turning pink from the action, "I'm going to find Mike, boss. He's been close to the crime scene and must need my masculine partner." Rhett leaned his head back and rubbed his face twice. "Sorry, I don't want to ruin your Sunday any further, but Barry, you gotta stay with me." Tyler slumped back to his chair. "what?" "No, I don't like the idea either, Barry. But Terry's gone AWOL, and I'm alone now, too. So I'll just make do with you."