A Dallas Suite

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Damn it this guy is moving fast now," Moore muttered under his breath as he approached the body beside me. He was right, as usual. Our killer was moving far too fast. It's like he knew he was operating on a limited time frame now, or he just couldn't wait any longer to get his message across to the world. Whatever his message was.

"Why do you think he's doing this so quickly now?"

"I don't know, Sarge, but whatever the reason, we need to stop him from killing anymore."

"Seeks, you normally aren't the one to make me say things like this, but no shit. I'm asking why is this scene so different though, that's what we need to figure out. Why out in the open like this? In such a crowded place filled with witnesses. And how the Hell did no one call this in? Reporters were here before we were. This guy's getting ahead of us."

"You're right. I don't know why he did it here. The others were what? At the hotel, in a private floor of a garage and the priest was at his house behind the huge privacy fence. Why make such a drastic change in one kill?"

"Seeks, use whoever you need on this one. Find every camera on the block and check footage. This guy either thinks we know who he is, or he wants us to know. There has to be 100 cameras around here that could have been pointed in this direction. He wants us to see him this time."

Hope was done taking pictures of the area and met with us. "Does this mean that he was another guy who used that hotel room? All he talks about our his wife and kids," Hope vocalized what I was thinking. I really wanted to believe that Richards was one of the last good guys left out there in today's society. But so far everyone who had been murdered in this case could be linked back to the hotel room, which means he was probably involved in drugs and prostitutes during those stays.

"Well if he's anything like the others, then yeah he used the room. And probably was a fan of the drugs and women more than he was just having a quiet place to sleep."

Richards was definitely killed the same way. He had a clean cut across his throat and had been stabbed multiple times in the torso. His face and limbs looked completely normal, under all of the blood.

We were in the back of the parking lot, behind the building. Towards the East, you could see the street from where I was standing, but there were tall shrubs bordering the church parking lot. As hard as it was to believe, it was possible that all of the people walking and driving in the area didn't see the murder at all behind those shrubs. Even if they had looked over, they wouldn't have been able to see anything other than a couple of heads standing far back behind some shrubs. No one expects to find someone being killed in a church parking lot before 9:00 AM. I doubt we'd find any witnesses in the crowd of onlookers who were struggling to peek around the police barricade and see the body.