Chapter 11 Chapter IX Violent Crime Analysis Department Headquarters

Anthony's words were like a punch to the temple plexuses of both of them.Both Paula and Pontello were stunned.They stared at the priest. "Can I sit down?" "There are plenty of empty seats here," Paula said. "You can sit where you want." Paula made a gesture to Siwa, and the reference room staff left the meeting room immediately. Anthony put his small case on the table, its edges scratched and frayed.In fact, the texture of the box is the best in the world, and it is the best testimony to the owner, because it has been to many places with the owner.Anthony opened the box and took out a large stack of papers from the interlayer, which was warped and stained with coffee.He put the stack of papers on the table and sat across from Paula.Paula watched him carefully, aware of the sophistication that radiated from him and the energy that radiated from his green eyes.Where did this priest come from?This puzzled Paula, but she decided not to let herself be overwhelmed by his momentum.

Pontillo drew a chair closer and sat on Anthony's left.His hands were on the reports.Paula made a look, implying that Pontillo should not get so close, like in those movies: her assistant must keep an eye on the "Maltese Falcon".If he found anyone suspicious, he would sit to that person's left without hesitation and have to inhale each other's cigarettes. "Go ahead, Father. Tell us something of value, and tell us who you are." Anthony took his passport from his breast pocket and handed it to Paula.He made a gesture, evidently disliking the smoke that Pontillo's cigarettes filled the room.

"I see, a diplomat's passport. So you have immunity, eh? Who the hell are you? A spy?" Pontillo asked. "I'm an officer in the U.S. Air Force." "What rank?" "Major. May I implore Sergeant Pondello not to smoke in my presence? I quit years ago, and I have no desire to resume the habit." "He's very tempted by tobacco, Major Fowler." "Father Fowler. Detective Paula, I'm retired." "Wait a minute, how do you know my name? And a position?" The crime research expert smiled, and Paula found herself curious and interested in this priest.

"Pola, I don't think the priest is fully retired as he said." Anthony returned Paula's smile, but immediately became sad. "I came back to serve recently, yes. Oddly enough, my reason for coming back was caused by my time as a civilian." He fell silent, pushing the smoke away with his hand. "Really? If you're that smart, tell us who did it, who did this assassination at the Church of the Virgin Mary, and we can all go home and sleep." The priest was as unresponsive as his collar.Paula suspected that the man might have been too determined to respond to Pontillo's provocations.There was no doubt that life had carved too many horrible marks on him, and his rough skin and eyes had seen more things than this puff of smoke from a policeman.

"Enough, Pontillo, put out your cigarette!" Pontillo threw the cigarette butt, he was not happy. "Here you go, Father Fowler," Paula said, fingering the photos on the table.She didn't take her eyes off the priest, "You give me the feeling that from now on you're in charge. You know things I don't, and I need to know. But don't forget you're in my place." Come on. Now you decide what to tell us." "So how about we start with the files we already have?" "May I ask why?" "Because for this case, there is no need to establish a new file to investigate who is the murderer. I know who the murderer is. We only need to know where to find the murderer in this file. These are two different files."

"Is this a test, Father? Do you want to know how good the person sitting across from you is? Do you want to be the judge of a master of reasoning? Like Troy?" "I guess the only referee at this moment is you." Paula took a deep breath, trying not to cry out.Anthony's words hit the nail on the head.She felt like she was about to have a fit when her boss appeared at the door.He stood there motionless, watching the priest carefully, while Anthony turned and watched Troy silently.After a few seconds, the two nodded and greeted each other. "Father Fowler." "Sheriff Troy."

"They heard about your arrival from an unfamiliar source. They didn't say you'd be here on your own initiative. But I realize you'd be of some use to us, if my information is correct." "Your information is absolutely correct." "Then please continue!" Paula had always had a bad feeling from childhood, and now it came back.It seemed to her at this point that everyone seemed to know something that she didn't.She wanted to ask Troy privately for a while what the hell was going on, but for now, she decided to get the situation under control. "Father Fowler told Pontillo and me that he knew the identity of the killer, but he wanted a free psych file before he gave us his name. Personally, I thought we were wasting our time, but I decided to play with him anyway. "

She jumped up, making the eyes of all three men follow her.Paula went to the blackboard at the back of the house, which was so large that it took up almost the entire back wall of the house.She started writing on it. "The murderer is a white, male, between the ages of 38 and 46. Of medium height, of a stocky build, intelligent. He has a wide range of knowledge and a gift for languages. He is left-handed and had a very strict religious education. , endured a lot of difficulties or was abused in his early years. He was not very mature, and what he did showed that he was under a lot of pressure, which exceeded his psychological stability, and he had a strong tendency to sexual abuse and sexual repression. He It is also very likely that there is a serious tendency to violence. This is not the first time he has killed, nor is it the second time, and obviously, this will not be the last. He did not think much of us, the police, or his victim when he committed the crime. Now, Father, can you tell us the name of the murderer?" Paula turned and threw the chalk into Anthony's hand.

She looked at the audience, Anthony looked at her with wonder in his eyes, while Pontillo's eyes sparkled, and Troy's still had doubts in them.Finally, the priest spoke. "Well done, miss. Full marks. I might be a psychologist too, but I can't tell you how you came to these conclusions. Could you explain it to us again?" "This analysis is only preliminary, but the conclusion should be close to the truth. The killer is a white male, seen through his victims. Because it is rare for a serial killer to kill people who are not of the same race as themselves The conclusion of his medium stature is that Bishop Robaya is relatively tall. The position and angle of the wound on his neck indicate that the murderer is also about 5 feet 9. It is obvious that the murderer is very strong, otherwise how could he grab the bishop and drag him? To the inside of the church. Even if he drove the body to the door, there was still about 130 steps to the chapel. His immaturity was inferred from the way he killed, and he was very disrespectful to his victims. As an object, so does his attitude towards the police, treating them as inferiors."

Anthony raised his hand and politely interrupted Paula. "I noticed two details. First, you said this is not his first murder, and you also saw this from the scene?" "That's right. The murderer is very familiar with the basics of police investigation. He has designed the scene more than once. Experience tells me that his first killing must have been caused by impulse to mess up the scene." "The second detail is, you said 'what he did showed that he was under a lot of pressure, which exceeded his mental stability', I really don't know how you came to this conclusion?"

Paula stood there, blushing.She folded her hands over her chest and didn't answer.Troy took the opportunity to interrupt Anthony's question. "Oh, well done, Paula. Her intelligence always leaves a gap for a woman's intuition. Does it not? Now Paula came to her conclusions purely on emotional grounds, Anthony. I don't know how she came to that." Yes! Of course she should make a good writer." "You don't know, she hit the mark with what she said," said Anthony, finally getting up from his chair and walking to the blackboard. "What exactly is your job, officer? Criminal analyst, is it?" "Yes," said Paula, a little embarrassed. "When did you get this degree?" "After I took all the courses in forensic criminology, I had a year of intensive training in the Behavioral Science Division of the FBI. Very few people pass all the courses." "Can you tell us how many qualified criminal analysts there are in the world?" "So far, 20. Twelve of them are in the United States, four in Canada, two in Germany, one in Italy and one in Australia." "Thank you. Are you all clear now, gentlemen? There are only 20 people in the world who are capable of drawing a psychological portrait of a suspect and can identify this type of serial killer with great confidence. One of those fine men is In this room. Believe me, if we're going to catch this murderer..." Anthony turned around and wrote a few big and bold words on the blackboard: Victor Karowski "...we desperately need professionals like this lady." "Now we have the name of the murderer you want. But before you run to the phone to issue an arrest warrant, let me tell you about the other facts that prove he is the murderer."

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