John: The Senior Killer

Robert C. Waggoner

Prologue

“Candice, I declare this is the finest afghan I’ve ever seen,” a perfect voice for an old lady was heard.

“Oh go on with you. That old thing. I made it twenty years ago when my dear husband felt the chill upon him,” she replied in a likewise creaky voice of her eighty plus years.

“I know dear,” as she fingered the material, “but such design and color.”

“I’m glad you like it and I would like to give it to you for a present.”

“No, I couldn't accept such a fine gift and it was your husbands. I don’t want to take something you can remember him by,” she said with an eye on his victim.

He was dressed like an old woman. A perfect disguise as it was his profession. Now he had his sights on ending Candice’s life. She was too old and time for her to move on. Under his long dress in a special holster on one leg, a Marlin spike lay ready to end her life. On the other leg a hammer in another holster waited for use against the head of the Marlin spike. Now it was time to put it to use.

Candice said, “I insist you take it. I know you are moving to Redding and I’ve no need for it here in Barstow.”

Changing the subject he said, while rubbing his neck, “I have been having trouble with my neck muscles lately and the doctor suggested a neck rub would do a person good. Do you ever have a stiff neck Candice?”

“Oh my yes, even now I feel a tightness there.”

“Let me show you how the doctor showed me to rub the stiffness out,” as he slowly rose up and moved behind her. From his dress pocket he took out a bottle of Efficascent Oil. He showed her the bottle and said, “This is camphor plus menthol and it feels wonderful on the skin and relaxes the muscles.”

Candice looked at the bottle and smelled the contents as she removed the lid. “My, this is nice and I love the smell. Do you mind putting some on my neck?”

“Not at all but could you unbutton a few of your buttons so I can reach your neck easier? Candice did as she requested and soon he had a nice view of her neck and where the spinal cord entered the skull. “Please lean you neck forward a little dreary so I can better rub your tired old muscles.” He began to slowly rub the oil on her skin and soon the room smelled like camphor.

“My, that is nice and feels so warm. Already I feel better.”

“This only takes a few minutes,” he said as he reached for the spike with one hand and quickly grabbed the hammer with the other as Candice gave off little moans of delight. He had the spike by the sharp end and was rubbing with the heel of his hand while placing the sharp end next to the entry hole to the brain. He practiced this many times on a mannequin and gave the blunt end of the spike a blow sending the tip straight up into her brain. In one second she was dead. The oil fell from her hand to the old rug. He wiped off the spike on her old dress and returned it to the leg holster as well as the hammer. He picked up the bottle of oil and placed it in his bag; walked to the door of the tiny house and looked back once at the former Candice from Barstow, California. She was leaned over in her rocker with arms hanging down. She never knew what hit her.

Walking with a cane he closed the door quietly and slowly walked down the street to his old non – descript car. He didn’t care if someone saw him, he was just another old lady in a world that was fast becoming aged and he meant to whittle the old folks down a little. Like in his favorite book, “Sherlock Holmes” says to Watson: “The game is afoot.”

Chapter 1

Precarious was not the word Brad Pratt was thinking about. Stupid might be more like it. A roaring sound in his ears both from the sea and the wind made him think of being out here on a day like today; and the salt air and spray from the waves crashing into the rock, sent the pungent smell of the sea into his nose like someone using an inhaler for an allergy. It was a November afternoon with the tide coming in and hanging by his fingertips onto the rock wall of a sea stack proving he still had it after all this time. His mate, lying flat on the top of the rock, coal back hair flying in the wind stared at him through equally colored eyes without expression. His hands were numbing up and what footholds he had were not going to last long if he didn’t move. Up was the only way to go; down was to be thrashed against the rock from the pounding waves coming through the narrow gap into a bowl like cove from which he foolishly decided to prove he could climb the vertical wall without the use of pitons or such useless things. His ego always got the best of him and this time was no exception. He glanced down at the angry sea stirred up by the coming storms known as the Pineapple Express during this time of year in the Pacific Northwest.

Sweat dripped into his eyes and looking up again he saw a small smile raise her brown cheeks implying, what now big boy? You got yourself in this mess and now you get yourself out of it. Her grin pissed him off and with renewed determination he spied a finger hold and moved up a foot closer to the top. His heart pounding but his breathing normal he methodically made a plan and scampered to the top rolling over on his back as both his dog and his mate climbed on top of him while he let out a crazy laugh. He was soaked to the skin from first jumping into the water from the top at slack tide and from the spray from the waves crashing into the wall as he began his accent to prove he could still do it.

Lying on his back with Sujin on top of him brought back the nightmares that plagued him since Afghanistan. He lay wounded in a small cave completely delirious from the infection in his leg. To keep him quiet she lay on top of him with her hand over his mouth as the sounds of the Taliban crossed the rocky mountain trail. If found, she didn’t want to think about what they would do to the both of them; stories of captured enemy made her shudder and move her knife in her other hand closer to his jugular vein. First she would cut him and then herself if discovered. Sounds of rocks rolling down the mountain as they walked by; little conversation was heard, mostly just an occasional grunting as someone slipped on the narrow trail and more than one had met his Allah on such trails in the rugged mountains between Pakistan and Afghanistan.

He was still moaning from the fever, but the howling wind masked his sounds as all was quiet except the wind. She waited a few minutes more to make sure all was clear. His moaning stopped as he fell into a deep sleep. She crawled to the small opening cautiously to peer out and see if they had left a trailer behind as they usually did with mountains full of caves. She sniffed the wind and lay waiting for the next thirty minutes or so before she crawled back to check on the wounded American soldier. There was nothing on his person to say who he was. However, she could tell by his uniform and haircut he was American. Where did he come from and when she found him lying face down on the rocky trail she thought he was dead. Listening for a heartbeat through his back she heard the steady beat of a heart that was strong and regular, albeit fast. He was not small and it took all her strength and effort to drag him to a cave just large enough for a body to fit the opening. He must have sensed someone helping him as once she stood him up the pain of his leg must have brought him around, he used his hands and arms to drag himself into the cave only to pass out again as she followed him in. Going through his pack and pockets she found some meds. Totally unfamiliar with the names written on the meds, she discovered some packs with antibiotic written on them.

Part of her originally mission to Pakistan was for humanitarian reasons. The basics of first aid she knew, and quickly she opened the pack and shot him in his white butt with the injection. Next she looked at his wound in his thigh. The bullet had missed the femur and passed through the muscle and exited cleanly. He’d administered first aid to himself and had stopped the bleeding. She wondered how far he had traveled since being wounded. The old bandage she removed was smelly and caked with dried blood. From her pack she took some precious water and washed the wound. Applied a new bandage from his store of meds and waited for him to regain consciousness.

Coming back to the present she rolled off him and he sat up with a grin on his thin lips and a satisfied look from his deep blue eyes. From the first time she looked into his eyes she saw the look of intelligence and quickly learned how fast they could change to a look of a killer. At present his eyes had the warm look of a man in love with everything that was him and with him. They stood up and went down the south side of Fish Rock and along the ledge leading to the seashore. The eastern edge of the rock pathway at high tide was under water. Stuck on the rock at high tide was a six hour wait. Swimming was not an option as a strong rip tide made swimming a deadly hazard.

Walking in front with Sujin just behind him and his dog already on the beach sitting by a man who was scratching his ears, Brad Pratt knew trouble was in the making as he stepped onto the beach. Looking first at the tall man and then to the sky he took stock of the weather. The wind out of the southwest and heavy clouds promised a night of stormy weather on the southern coast of Oregon. He felt a chill and it wasn’t from the storm as he knew his expertise was needed once more. Each time he promised his mate it would be the last one. But she knew as long as he was able he would put himself in harm’s way to do his duty for his nation. He came from a long line of military career men and it was natural for him to follow in their footsteps.

He took a deep breath of the heavy salty air and walked boldly to the man standing with his back to the wind with one hand in his Burberry and the other on the dog’s head. His slacks had a crease still sharp with the pants legs rolled up with boots on gave him the look of a sinister mob man in Chicago watching his men take the stealing accountant out onto Lake Michigan for a nightly swim with cement shoes. His medium white hair blew in the wind like wisps of angel hair. As they approached Steve Lewis he never broke his stoic expression but turned and they all walked down the hard packed beach where it turned to soft sand too far from the high tide mark, past Devils Kitchen and up the trail to the bluff where he had his beach house.

His other dog, the mate to his male German shepherd stood guard at the perimeter of his southern property boundary. No private individual could own the beach next to the ocean, but by special permission he was granted a quarter acre on the bluff overlooking the ocean. As they topped the trail to the house, Sujin took from her pocket a remote and clicked the button much like an electronic key for your car releasing the lock and security. Literally the only way you could sneak into the property would be from the air and it would be a rare day indeed for a parachutist to land with wind blowing most every day of the year. The security was necessary as he had a bounty on his head from Al-Queda. Before he and Sujin had left Asia, he finished up the job he was assigned. Intel had determined a base camp for hundreds of trainees based deep in the mountains needed eliminating. With a GPS it was Colonel Brad Pratt’s job to pin point the location for strategic bombing. He couldn’t have accomplished it without Sujin’s help.

The rain began as they made their way to the unusual and unique beach house that looked more like a World War Two bunker than a house. It was in fact an earth house half underground and half above perfectly round with bullet proof windows encased in an I-beam steel construction. The whole structure of the house was built on steel I-beams as was the roof where one inch steel plates were covered by cedar shakes. Split cedar siding gave the natural weathered look as the whole structure blending in nicely with the environment. A fort might be a better description of the house, but no way was Brad going to not protect him and his family against an intruder. The grounds were heat censored and most of the time at least one of the dogs were on guard outside. They were trained not to attack, but to warn the occupants of the house someone was coming. A push button located in various locations around the house where the dogs could use their nose to push an alert button if unwanted beach combers chanced by.

Making their way down the stairs through the front steel door programmed for his and Sujin’s eye sprung open upon recognition. The female, Sandy stayed outside and Rocky the male came in with the master and his guest.

Not a word had been spoken as Brad went directly to the bathroom to take a shower while Sujin went to the kitchen to make some green tea with her special added herbal medicine. At thirty three she was a trained Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor among other things. Sujin noticed how dark it was getting as the rain lashed the windows sending long worm like rivulets down the tinted glass. From the oven which had been kept warm for homemade biscuits filled the air: a fresh baked bread smell, like at grandma house. She placed some on a tray while the water was coming to a boil on the island stove.

Burberry stood at the south window overlooking the sea. Large sea stacks dotted the sea while high sand dunes faced east of the littoral zone. Tall beach grass was waving in the wind as the storm began. These windows were special: you could see out, but you couldn’t see in. At first one felt exposed but after a while your mind settled down and enjoyed the view.

In the front entry way he had taken off his boots and rolled down his pants before walking into what constituted the living room. He crossed on a Tan Oak hardwood floor a color which the name came from. He wondered how to break the news to Brad. His superior briefed him in Washington before he was flown out on special jet landing in North Bend where a car was waiting for him. Driving down highway 101 to Bandon he took the Beach Loop Road past the golf course turning off to the west through some scrub weather beaten pine trees down a dirt sandy road where he wondered if he would make it as the bottom of the car more than once drug on the rutted road. At the end of the pine trees a cable crossed the road keeping the curious out with a bold sign: “Beware of the Dogs” Next to the lock in a box where one needed a combination number to open the gate he dialed in the number and proceeded to the house stopping in a graveled area for parking outside the secure area. From there he realized no one was home as the dog sat and stared at him without moving. He took the trail down to the beach and looked both south and north finally spotting another dog on top of a sea stack about two hundred yards from the mouth of the creek emptying into the sea. He looked at his watch and it was just after four pm Pacific Time. He was dog tired from the meeting and the long flight in a private Gulf Stream where he only cat napped from coast to coast.

He heard Sujin in the kitchen as he turned to sit on a low sofa made out of driftwood and cleverly covered with cushions. It looked uncomfortable but sitting down he felt like he was at home in his Lazy Boy recliner. He looked around seeing the seascapes photos nicely framed hanging on the divider wall between the kitchen and living room. The photos were taken by Sujin and she was a professional photographer popular in Asia and in particular her home country of South Korea. In the center of the house stood a wood stove giving off the type of heat that made the body feel good. Brad burned mostly wood pellets in this day and age of hard to find firewood, but occasionally he would burn some drift wood picked up while out running up and down the beach for his daily exercise.

Next to the kitchen stood a small, old wooden table incongruous with the furnishings with four similar type chairs sat waiting for someone to occupy them. This was for the rare guest to eat at as not far from the wood stove, a low table sat Asian style with floor mats to sit on. A combination of American and Asian blended well with the house and occupants. Sujin came into the living room carrying the tray of biscuits and the strong smell of green herb tea. She looked at him and then to the floor table giving him the choice of the floor or the old wooden table next to the kitchen. He looked at the floor and she placed the tray and sat each place with tea with the biscuits in the middle. After placing the tea pot and cups she returned the tray to the kitchen and walked back taking the stairs down to the basement where the bedrooms and other rooms were located.

Burberry felt alone and relaxed from the barely noticeable sounds of the rain slamming against the windows as by now the storm was showing it stuff. He closed his eyes and saw the red dots of eye strain blinking like stars in the night. At sixty he wasn’t young anymore, but like his wife told him he was as active as a young man fresh from boot camp. That is when he met her when he was on leave out of boot camp in South Carolina. It was summer time and some of his friends were going swimming and he needed some swim trucks. A smile crossed his face as he flashed back walking into the boutique along the sea shore. She was helping another customer as he perused the swim trunks. The next thing he knew after she asked him if she could help him find something, he turned and looked into her deep brown eyes and white teeth.

He never went swimming with the boys, but on her days off and at night he swam with her. A year later they were married and for the last thirty five years it was mostly a happy marriage with two kids now grown and gone with their own lives and careers leaving just the two of them home alone.

A voice saying, “Steve how about some tea,” woke him from his subconscious dream. Standing next to the stove stood the man he hoped could bring security and comfort back to California.

“Yes, I would love some,” as he stood up and took off his over coat and handed it to Brad. As Steve watched Brad he thought his looks never changed. His tall lean body was as fit today as he knew it years ago. Brad hung it up next to the alcove and returned to the low table sitting down cross legged and waited for his guest to do the same. Sujin came up wearing sweat pants and a T shirt that said, “I love the Beach” across the front of it. She was small like most Asian women, but under her sweats hard muscled legs matched her upper body from years of yoga and Tai Chi left their mark. Steve knew her prowess in martial arts as one time strolling on the beach with Brad, she told him some of her back ground, but only enough to leave him with the knowledge she could and can take care of herself in a time of need.

Sujin poured the tea and sat down next to her husband. Like most Asian women she rarely made eye contact with anyone but someone she knew well and in this case with Steve, she knew only too well. Every time they met he had a job that needed their attention. She busied herself with tea and biscuits waiting for the formal discussion to begin. Steve commented on the nice taste of the tea and biscuits and asked forgiveness for intruding on their hospitality. Meaningless words she thought knowing full well they would be on a job again very soon. She was in the middle of a photo layout and was scheduled to fly to Seoul for a showing. Now she would have to postpone because she would not let him take on any job without her help. Brad would make the usual noises about her going on to Seoul without worrying about him, but his words were not sincere. He needed her and she needed him. Their relationship was built on trust and friendship for the mutual good of both.

Ever since Pakistan they were a team reading each other’s mind like they knew each other for a life time instead of only a few weeks once he healed from his wound. After being airlifted out of Pakistan to India, thanks to the Indian government they spent the next three months basking on the beaches and practicing Yoga and studying Far Eastern religions while his wound healed.

Tea and biscuits consumed Brad waited for Steve to speak. His formal upbringing military style held true through his thirty five years on earth. He figured if he listened he would learn more and a listener was always at an advantage because the listener could think while the speaker could only talk. A small advantage, but an advantage nonetheless. Steve was wearing a sports coat and from an inside pocket he drew out a folded paper. He passed it to Brad and it was a brief note of only a few sentences. In essence it said the governor of California wanted to meet him soonest. Brad said, “What is this about Steve?”

Steve said, “I’m sure you are aware of the serial killer stalking Southern California. He or she has killed another one yesterday and that brings the total to eight in six months. I’ll not bore you with why the FBI hasn’t a lead since the first senior citizen was murdered in Barstow. In my briefcase in the car I have all the latest files on this case and the bottom line is our government wants you to solve this case before we lose many more senior citizens to this mad person. As you know, seniors carry a lot of weight these days politically and economically. The president yesterday had a special meeting with the FBI director and when the director came out of the meeting half his butt was missing. Sorry Sujin, but that’s a quote form the secret service guy who escorted him off the premise.” Steve sat back and moved his cramped legs for some blood circulation for the unorthodox method of sitting on the floor.

Brad noticed and said, “Let’s go down to the office and bring your files with you. Give Sujin your keys and she will get it for you,” as he stood up to lead his friend down to the basement. Rocky got up and followed his master down the stairs. Never was he not with his master when someone other than Sujin was with him. He always kept his distance, but never for a moment did he relax while his master entertained a guest.

Steve never ceased to be impressed with the basement. Like spokes on a wheel, rooms led off through curtained or beaded doors oriental style. In the center, or the hub of a wheel, sat three small sofas done up in the same motif as the sofa upstairs. All colors were grey or white wherever you looked be it ceiling or the inside of the walls of the various rooms. Sitting in the middle of the room or hub surrounded by sofas sat around a glass coffee table with legs from a piece of driftwood custom fit for the glass. Recessed lighting, but effective, lent a warm feeling of safety and security. On the table a portable phone sat looking lonely without a cord to give it a home. Brad said with politeness, “Would you like a glass of brandy or cherry?”

“Yes, that would be fine. A glass of brandy would get my old blood moving again as I fear we have a long afternoon and night ahead of us.”

Brad disappeared into one of the rooms leaving the beads to rattle and sway together. Before they had completely settle down he was back with two brandy snifters and a bottle of California brandy. He poured an inch into each and sat down opposite his friend as Sujin came down with his briefcase. She gave him his bag and sat down on the other sofa so she could watch each of them as they spoke. Brad had a long time ago asked her to view the conversations with special attention to facial and body expressions. He felt that was the key to observation was separating fact from fiction; truth for lies; politics included and most importantly the subject itself. How important was this to the nation and who would benefit from it. Would this situation have far reaching effects worldwide or just locally? These were just some of the things he and Sujin discussed each time they were called to action. Now he gave Steve his full attention while he opened his bag and put on his half glasses. He opened a file marked secret and read an over view of what its contents were.

Two hours later Steve laid all the files on the glass table and sat back with his untouched brandy and sipped while he stared at Brad. Brad had neither touched his glass nor said a word the whole time. Steve was used to his ways and took the time to relax and let the warm burning liquid ignite a fire in his belly. Sujin got up and left up the stairs. Steve guessed right she was making dinner. She was an excellent Asian cook and he always looked forward to her dinners. I think it was the side dishes he liked the best, he thought. He’d been here many times and never twice did he eat the same entree. He knew he would be pleased with whatever she served.

Brad after he picked up his glass and raised it to his boss said, “Let me show you something in the computer room before we have dinner.” Steve followed him through a beaded doorway into a room that looked like it was sanitized each day. Not a speck of dust anywhere. He marveled at Sujin and her attention to detail. Brad sat down in front of a twenty four inch screen and pulled up a map of California. Steve sat in what he knew as Sujin’s chair next to Brad while he made a copy of the map from the printer. After making a copy he overlaid the map with holes in each case where the killer had made a mark. Steve could see where Brad had drawn lines from point to point and clearly a letter had appeared. The letter “N” hit him between the eyes and Steve sat back and exclaimed,

My God it is so elementary and not one FBI person thought of doing this simple act?”

“Sometimes the simple things go right by as our educated minds are looking for deeper meanings when it is usually right in front of you. Of course you are spending the night with us and I will read your files after dinner. In the morning I will give you my report and Sujin’s too. Meanwhile as you know there are some videos to watch in the guest room and a phone to call home if you like. We, as you also know are not much in the entertainment mode around here and after dinner Sujin and I will take on the files. Now let’s go see what my Asian beauty has for dinner,” as he rose and led Steve up the stairs.

Once again Sujin had pleased the senses. The smell was enticing and the bowls of steaming noodles lay waiting for the sticks to grab hold. Steve was no slouch with chop sticks as having been the commanding officer in South Korea before he retired to civilian duty. He did himself proud slurping the noodles and marveled at the sweet sour taste of the cucumbers and other side dishes. Sujin after the small bowl of noodles brought out the gas cooker and marinated beef strips and veggies were cooked. Steve noticed the meat was mostly for his enjoyment as both Brad and Sujin were primarily vegetarians.

While the meat was cooking some small talk between the men occurred. Brad asked how his father was and Steve said, “Your father is well and sends his greetings and after your Sacramento meeting wants you to stop by his house in Palm Springs for a private meeting.”

Brad nodded and thought back about his strained relationship with his father. Even after all these years and being a full colonel his father still tried to tell him what to do. Brad new he meant well, but at times he couldn’t be in the same room with him. His mother, thank god, adjudicated the gatherings the best she could so in the end, the game was tied with no winner or loser.

Steve tried in vain to read Brad’s mind and even though he was a lawyer by trade he failed to really know this young man. For eight years he was his commanding officer and besides being a desk man, he tried to get out into the field as much as possible. However, he found out soon enough he was only in the way. Then five years ago the Secretary of the Navy called him into his office and that is when the operation to eliminate a terrorist camp unfolded. A five man team had been sent into the area led by a known sympathizer. This was a special team of Navy Seals with Brad leading the team. They were ambushed and two out of five were killed with Brad left finding his own way out of the mountains. He had ordered is men to evacuate and gave them cover fire as the helicopter took off without him.

Now he wondered what went through his mind as they sipped some refreshing tea oblivious to the raging storm outside. Sujin cleaned off the table and Steve said good night and gave Sujin his best bow. Brad smiled and led the way downstairs with Rocky bringing up the rear. They both heard Sujin call Rocky and he slowly turned and headed back the way he came. A few minutes later Sandy replaced Rocky as Steve laid his head down for a long sleep while his friend took the files into the computer room. Steve made a phone call to his wife and then turned the light out. He laid thinking about his last meeting in DC with his boss. He was instructed to have their team on the hunt yesterday. The president was taking so much heat from this wild killer and seniors across the nation were in a panic. Heart attacks and strokes were on the increase. Doctors were plagued with over crowed waiting rooms prescribing sleeping aids by the gross. Southern California and in Sacramento protests by seniors over the Senior Killer hit the media with a bang. The FBI in Los Angeles and elsewhere were overloaded with tips on unseen or suspected people who looked like what they thought a serial killer should look like. Of course no one knew what he/she looked like because of his disguises. Trying times to say the least as Steve drifted off to sleep in a soundless environment.

Chapter 2

Steve woke up the next morning and looked at his watch. He’d always been an early riser, but today it was close to seven am and he felt a little guilty sleeping so long. He made his way to his bathroom and took a long hot shower. Shaving gear was present along with a new toothbrush. Exiting the shower and drying off he noticed his overnight bag sitting on a hotel type bag stand open for his ease of dressing. It wasn’t opened out of curiosity but hospitality from the orient. He quickly dressed and stuffed his soiled clothes away in a bag his wife always provided him and made his way upstairs to a new day. The first thing he noticed was the weather was still pretty much the same. Rain beat against the windows and Sujin was in the kitchen looking like she never left it from the night before. Rocky had replaced Sandy and was lying next to the wood stove with an eye on Steve. Steve shivered thinking about someone making a false move against Sujin. He shook the thought out of his mind as the door opened and a soaked Brad came in. He stripped down and said, “Good morning and did you rest well?”

“Never felt better as usual when I have the pleasure of sleeping under your roof. Tell me what does it feel like to run on the beach in a storm like we are having now?”

Brad laughed and said, “I can only say it makes me feel alive and damn glad I am.”

“I guess that makes two of us,” Steve replied with a grin that few had the privileged to see on his face. Sujin placed a mug of hot coffee on the old table next to the window. Steve moved towards it like a bee to a flower seeking the aroma and its delicate taste. She knew he liked his coffee in the morning like most Americans. Brad headed downstairs to take a shower as Rocky watched him go with one eye and the other on Steve as he sat at the table lifting his cup of hot freshly ground coffee. Steve didn’t wait for Brad to come while he drank his coffee and said to Sujin, “What do you make of this case Sujin?”

“Well,” she said in an Asian accent, “he or she makes good use of a disguise.”

Steve knew better than to discount what she said because it was obvious this killer was adept in using a disguise. He vowed to give that point more thought as Brad walked into the room looking like a college professor dressed in tan slacks, a pale yellow striped shirt and a dark brown silk tie. He carried his sport coat over his shoulder and hung it on the back of a chair sitting down and saying, “I heard Sujin say ‘disguise’ and in our opinion that is the key to this case.”

Sujin brought him a cup of herb tea and asked Steve if he would like some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. Steve told her that would be lovely and she returned to the kitchen. About that time a high pitched sound went on along with the lights flashing on and off. Sandy had punched the button that someone was on the property. Sujin quickly scanned the screen next to the refer and announced it was her sister and left to open the door for her. Her sister was standing on the gravel drive waiting for permission to enter.

Steve had never met Sujin’s sister and upon looking at the two of them they looked like twins. Sujin introduced Earie to Steve and Steve standing up gave her a little bow while Earie gave him a deep bow and in almost perfect English said “Nice to meet you.” Brad said hello in Korean and the girls headed for the kitchen. Brad explained to Steve that Sujin’s sister stays here when they are gone. Like her sister she can take care of herself very well. We always leave one dog with her and she is happy to stay here for as long as we are gone. She is well versed in computers and we tie into her while in the field. Works well.”

Steve never knew he had a sister in law and later he found out they were indeed twins, but not identical. She lived in a town where her American husband, a former military man turned policeman; and was the local chief of police. Steve got the impression Brad didn’t socialize with anyone from town and his brother in law thought it wise not to know what he did for a living. A situation that worked out well for the two of them; him being the chief of police kept the busy bodies in town from talking too much. Steve asked, “What is your thinking about this case?”

Brad understood his boss didn’t want a full blown detail rendition, but a brief overview would suffice. Looking his boss in the eye he said, “The disguise is too good for an amateur so we must look at a professional and most likely we will find our killer either working in the film industry or was working in the make-up department somewhere.”

Sujin brought the men their breakfast and all were quiet while they ate. Steve heard the girls talking in Korean and understood a word or two, but not enough to understand what they were talking about. The guys had just finished when the phone rang and Sujin answered it from a cordless on the counter. Without a word she handed it to Brad who listened and said, “Four o’clock in front of the state capitol in Sacramento. Tell Billy to not be late,” as he hung up the phone.

Steve looked at his watch and said he would call the pilot in the North bend and tell him to be ready for a ten am departure time. Brad nodded his agreement and left to go down to the basement. A few minutes later he returned with a garment bag, a lap top and the files had read the night before. Sujin had followed him down as her sister cleaned up the dishes. Rocky knew they were going somewhere and sat at attention waiting for his call to arms. Sujin returned dressed nicely in what looked like a pair of light wool gray slacks, a white blouse with a sweater over the top. A light coat contrary to the weather outside, but she knew it would be much warmer in Sacramento and down into Southern California. What Steve didn’t know was strapped to just above her ankle a small handgun couldn’t be seen from her loose fitting slacks. Steve did know that Brad was packing his favorite hand gun in the small of his back. Steve had witnessed Brad at the target range and god help the person who drew down on him. A cool guy under pressure would be hard to find, much less match him under any circumstances be it guns or hand to hand combat. Killing the bad guys came easy for him and the only thing he said one time after a covert raid deep in the jungle of South America was he was not sad he killed the leader, but rather he had the utmost respect for his leadership.

Sandy gave them a bark as they loaded into Steve’s car. Rocky sat in the front with Steve and Brad and Sujin in the back. Brad made Rocky wear his seat belt and he sat facing Steve on the drive to the airport. Steve thought about reaching out and petting him, but when took his hand off the wheel, Rocky raised his head up and looked him in the eye saying put your hands back on the wheel with his eyes.

At the airport gale force winds were blowing from the southwest. The pilot was a little nervous as was the co-pilot. Mike Henshaw, a key member of the team, was talking to the pilot telling him this was a normal fall day and not to worry as the wind would make the takeoff shorter. Brad caught the tail end of the conversation walking into the flight center. The pilot gave off a feeble forced laugh and turned back to the guy behind the counter for the latest weather report to Sacramento, as if he didn’t already know. Mike moved towards Brad and with his usual big grin turned towards Steve and shook his hand. Greetings out of the way the pilot said to board and they would take off in a few minutes.

Umbrellas were not much use in the winds so they hurried to the hanger where the Gulf Stream waited. It was the latest model loaned to them by NASA. The president and congress had approved an increase in NASA’s budget for space and this special branch of the government took advantage whenever they could.

Everyone buckled in, including Rocky, waiting for a bumpy ride to California. Brad realized if the pilot hadn’t been a little nervous, he wasn’t a good pilot. Brad was sitting with Mike and they were quietly discussing the case. Mike was a carefree kind of guy, but when it came to business he was totally focused. Mike lived down in Port Orford tucked in a valley east of town. Steve was aware of where he lived but had never been there. He wasn’t married, but had a longtime girlfriend with a couple of kids acting like old hippies back in the sixties living off the land. Today, however, he was dressed much like Brad and clean cut looking. Steve knew he was close to forty five, but looked years younger and moved like a cat. He was one of the lucky ones escaping on the helicopter from the bungled Afghanistan job. Brad used him for digging out information where cops or other guys like the FBI failed to elicit facts. Walking up to a total stranger he had them going in two seconds and after a few minutes they were spilling their guts to him about whatever he wanted to know. Brad called it uncanny and why or how it worked was Mike’s secret personality. Some might say he could sell ice to an Eskimo. Mike said it was his honest eyes and a long nose that made the difference.

Meanwhile Sujin sat with Rocky studying her laptop. She had brought up a long list of cosmetic suppliers. Start at the source and work from there to the buyers of quantity. She would provide Mike the list and he would follow the trail. Next she researched suppliers of disguise and prop companies. She knew many film companies had their own props and clothing, but in today’s world it was easy to order from an outlet except in special make up characters. Also she would have Mike check the film companies for inventory loss or items missing lately. She had no idea if they even kept track of what went out and what came back from a take on a particular days shooting.

She would take on the film companies employment records. As a female and a Korea with passable English she was more likely to enjoy cooperation than a male. It had worked in the past and would work in the future. All of the team members were United States Marshals. In most cases that ID opened the door where even the FBI had trouble without a warrant. Most cases as with the others demanded leg work. Brad always supplied her with a driver so she didn’t have to worry about finding an address. Most of the time the drivers dug for information, but after a few attempts, they gave up when they thought she was either stuck up or didn’t understand English. She liked it that way so her mind was always clear and focused no matter even if it was a mundane chore.

At the two hours flight time she had what she needed and would print it out when they landed. Now it was time to meditate and be ready for the meeting with the governor of California.

The buckle up lights came on and Brad and Mike put away their papers and prepared for landing. The sun was shining Brad noticed and looked forward to the warmth of the sun after the cooling of the coast. It had been about four months since their last case.

It was fairly straight forward as he remembered. There were tons of new methamphetamine was coming into the southeastern states. Georgia in particular along with Louisiana and it was his job to find the source in Mexico and put a damper on the influx of cooked methamphetamine so cheap anyone could afford it. The old war on drugs had mostly shut down the manufacture of the chemical drug in the States and now Mexico seized the opportunity to make some big dollars. Brad and his team found what they were looking for and eliminated the leader and his rival drug lord. Everyone knew it was only a band aid on a wound that needed a much larger covering to staunch the flow of drugs across the border, but that was another story for the politicians to work out.

The landing was smooth as silk on the new runway of the Executive Airport in Sacramento. The airport was designed for corporate type jets and the sleek Gulf Stream fit the bill to a T. An hour later they were entering the capital. They had a two o’clock appointment and while they waited, they had lunch in the cafeteria. Brad as usual was quiet and barely ate his cob salad. Sujin fed Rocky the chicken from her salad and Brad's left over chicken. The guard took one look at Rocky when they walked into the capital building, but when Brad showed the guard Rockies ID saying he was a US Marshal, he was flustered to say the least as they made their way to the cafeteria.

At two pm they were sitting in the outer office of the governor. Precisely at two he came out with the smile we all know from his movies. He shook hands with all and a small bow to Sujin. He knew better than to touch the dog so he invited them into a side room used as a conference room. In the room they were introduced to the agent in charge of Sacramento’s FBI office; and two other men with whom they never knew the names. Both were old men and very well dressed. Later Brad found out they were representatives of AARP. A very powerful force in America with lots of political clout sent by the president to calm the senior citizens with an inside look at what the government was doing about this madman killing innocent seniors for no apparent reason.

The FBI man was going to gray with dark circles under his eyes adding years to a middle aged man. Brad felt sorry for him knowing what kind of pressure was in him. He also noted his eyes were glaring and full of contempt for outsiders to interfere with his business. Brad looked him in the eyes with the same look gave and the governor noted the animosity and coming conflict about to surface once the meeting started.

The governor took command by saying, “Before we begin, let me make something very clear from the beginning. We are here to apprehend a killer and to not battle over whose turf we are stepping on. You will work together or if you don’t want to work together on this case, now is the time to pack your bags and head for the airport. These are a team problem and only a team effort will put this joker behind bars. Now, having said that, I would like Jake from the FBI to begin his report followed by Brad who will give us his insights in this case; and in case you haven’t noticed, I understand Rocky will keep any tempers from coming to a boil.”

Jake Gladhand cleared his thought and began his report. “We have just been informed a few minutes ago of another killing. This one is right here in Sacramento. Our men are on site as we speak. It appears the same MO and this is the first one this far north of Los Angeles. I don’t have a lot to add to the files Mr. Lewis has, but this time he was seen leaving the premises and stopped to talk to the mailman. The mailman has a good memory and he is with a sketch artist now. I know what you're going to say and that the disguises are good enough to fool anyone. However, upon asking who he was visiting in the apartment, he gave a good enough answer, but failed to know that his brother lived with him. The old man seemed to get a little nervous after hearing that and made excuses about having to go somewhere. The postman watched him walk away and noticed he sure walked spry for a guy looking close to seventy five. The postman walked into the apartment and hid behind the entryway as he watched the old man drive away in a car getting only two numbers and he didn’t have a clue to the make or model.”

Brad noticed he looked all in and decided to take the heat off him with a question or two. Brad said, “Jake, leaving the present killing for a moment, may I ask what have you and your team did in the way of research knowing this person must have worked or had access to cosmetics in addition to acquiring many different types of disguises?”

“We have a team of agents checking with suppliers and going to all the film companies big and little to see about a person leaving recently from any make up department. So far no leads have surfaced and we continue to come up empty,” he hung his head and it was visible to all he was at an impasse. Brad looked away and his eyes locked onto the governors intense blue gray eyes. He was waiting for Brad to bring forth his game plan while Brad took a drink from a bottled Evian. Reaching into his bag he brought out a map of California and the overlay he had shown earlier to Steve.

The governor stood up and when Brad put the overlay over the map he saw the letter ‘N’ clearly like a neon sign. Jake saw it also and sucked in his breath. Brad said, “We think he is sending us a message with the location of each death. I know this doesn’t get us any closer to finding the man, but maybe some computer work will assist us in giving a location of his next intended murder. Have we any idea yet what the murder weapon is?” He looked at Jake for an answer to this question.

Jake said in a low voice fiddling with some papers, “We only know it is a long sharp round steel tool or something to that effect. Our expert from the home office has been trying to replicate the weapon and here is what it looks like,” passing a drawing across the table to Brad he sat back down and rubbed his eyes. Brad and Mike with Steve and Sujin peering over his shoulder looked at the drawing. Something in the back of Brad’s memory told him he had seen something like this before, but couldn’t place it. It would come back to him sooner rather than later. The governor looked at the drawing after Brad passed it to him and said, “Maybe we should send this out to all the film companies and see if they can ID it”

Jake perked up and said, “We are doing that now and by evening I hope to have an ID on the murder weapon.

Brad asked the FBI man if they had an office his team could work out of, but it doesn't be much as only himself would be using it. He informed Jake that Sujin and Mike would be going to the Los Angeles area and would he please supply an agent to Sujin. Mike will run on his own so no need to worry about him. Brad said, “Any questions you might have direct them to me. I think we have done all we can for the moment and I for one would like to find a desk and a phone. The man you haven’t met with our team is a computer guy and needless to say, looks and talks the role. Bear with him as he is very capable in what he does. His name is Billy and he is probably waiting outside on the steps smoking in an area designated nonsmoking.”

The governor showed his gap tooth smile and said, “I must meet this guy so I will follow you out.” At that all stood up walking out Jake told Brad he could ride with him and another car or cars were standing by for the rest of his team’s disposal. Brad told him one car would suffice to take his wife and Mike to the airport for their trip to LA.

Billy was sitting on the steps with a cloud of blue smoke rising like a signal to an Indian tribe. He was tuned into his MP3 and totally oblivious to his surroundings. Brad gave him a friendly poke in the back with his foot and Billy jumped up and turned his music off. He saw the governor and blurted out that he was sorry he never voted for him, but if he voted at all he would have voted for him. Brad started laughing and so did all the others present including the governor. Billy was tall and rail thin. Long brown hair hung like a mop drying next to the wall. His eyes, however, showed an intelligence that belied his appearance: Ragged jeans and sweatshirt. Rocky was all over him standing with his front paws on his chest making whining sounds. Steve was shocked to see the ever stoic Rocky showing friendship to another besides Brad and Sujin. Brad told Rocky to behave and Rocky returned to his master’s side.

Mike with Sujin made their way to a waiting car with garment bags and her laptop. She’d asked the governor's secretary to make copies of what she had downloaded and with the documents in hand told Brad she would call him from the motel tonight on his cell phone. Billy, Rocky and Brad rode with Jake to the FBI office not so far from the capital off I-80 on Orange Grove. All was quiet on the short ride and after parking in the underground area and taking the elevator up to the seventh floor where Jake led them to his office. He picked up his messages from his secretary and she told him an agent from Hollywood was anxious to talk to him. He nodded and with his head down looking at the messages led the way to a back office. The office was fairly typical of a government office only this one had a large conference table opposite the large metal desk. The usual computer and family pictures sat waiting for someone to notice they were looking at them. The walls painted blue with an off blue green carpet made the metal desk and conference table look totally out of place. A picture of the current FBI director sat on one wall and the other wall was a bookshelf from one end to the other. Brad noticed many law books and knew Jake was a lawyer by degree. A large window sat in his back making anyone sitting in front of Jake would see only an outline of him. Two chairs sat in front of the desk and Brad and Billy both moved them to either side of the desk so they could see Jake as plain as he could see them. The movement of the chairs didn’t go unnoticed by Jake as he punched in some numbers on his phone. It must have been answered quickly as he spoke into the phone saying rather curtly to update him on what was so urgent. He listened and made some notes on a legal pad and said he would get back to him later tonight.

Brad and Billy waited patiently while he thumbed through his messages and then cast them aside. They waited for him to speak. Jake raised his head and said, “That was one of our agents reporting that he has a lead on a disgruntled employee that used to work for one of the major filmmakers. He’s tracking him down now and is sitting at the guy’s house waiting for him to come home. He says there is a wife and at least two kids in the house so he figures he will be home soon.”

Brad changed the subject by saying, “Jake we need to get a blow up map of California and overlay it with the kill sites. Billy needs access to your computer center and given a free hand to do his thing. Meanwhile I would like a place to land and go over again the ME report along with the latest on a profile of this person. I presume you have a profiler working on this person and if so, where is the report?”

Jake was taken a little aback by what he heard and quickly recovered by calling his secretary in. She popped through the door like a cork from a champagne bottle with notebook in hand. Billy rolled his eyes at the plain Jane, but as soon as she focused her eyes on Billy through thick glasses, Brad knew Billy had fallen in love again. He smiled inwardly and thought that this secretary was in for a pleasant time having Billy hanging around her desk asking off the wall questions and in general making a fool of him.

Jake gave her orders and Brad and Billy left Jake to muddle the late afternoon out by making a plan his agents could follow.

Meanwhile Brad and Jake followed Vicky down the hall to an office that was more like a broom closet than an office. She turned the light on and the only thing in the room was a small metal desk with a phone sitting looking lonely waiting for some action. One chair sat next to the desk and a desk chair creaked when Brad sat down. The desk was covered in dust and Vicky was totally embarrassed and said, “The cleaning crew will be here at ten and I will make sure they do a very good cleaning job tonight.”

Brad replied, “That would be fine and by the way have someone get me a computer and printer set up and operating by six am tomorrow morning. In addition, make sure I have a list of numbers and staff by the same time. Now I will follow Billy and you to the computer center.”

Vicky was making notes that probably didn’t need to be made, but she saw the look in Brad’s eyes and felt her knees start to buckle. God she thought, what a powerful man he must be. The way he made Jake tremble must mean this man is someone to respect. What is the dog for she also wondered. Never mind as she turned to lead them down two floors to the computer center.

Jake, after they left made a call to the assistant director of the FBI. He asked only one question and listened for two minutes and hung up. He’d foolishly asked who Brad Pratt was and got an ear full. What he did hear was this guy was well connected and if he asks for something, take care of it yourself if you don't want to retire from the FBI. Jake then made a quick call to the computer center and asked for the director. He rapid fired orders to carte blanche anything that a disheveled guy named Billy asked for and in addition to whatever a clean cut man named Brad Pratt wanted. He made it clear if he didn’t give these guys everything they wanted he would be shredding documents by the next day.

Later having dinner at a fine hotel Billy and Brad discussed the case. Brad brought him up to speed and told him what he thought was needed from the computer. Billy thought about it a little while drinking coffee and nervously reaching for a cigarette then realizing he couldn’t smoke in any restaurant. Billy suggested they hurry and finish dinner so they could go outside and smoke. Brad gave him a dirty look and said he would meet him for breakfast in the morning at six. Brad left with Rocky and went to his room where he called Sujin. He found her in her room at a hotel near the airport and said she had spent only a few hours on the phone, but two places sounded promising about a recent big sale of cosmetics. Brad told her to call him at the FBI office when she learned something and said he had some new documents from the FBI to read before bed.

Also just going to bed was the hunter going through his role for tomorrow’s play in a seedy motel located in the mountains east of Sacramento.

Chapter 3

Standing in front of the mirror in his room at the Bishop Village Motel in Bishop, California he made ready his disguise for the lunch meeting of the local Lions Club. He’d come in late the night before wearing thick glasses a hat with a large overcoat on to check in. The girl at the desk had been sleeping and he knew she would never give a description of him that would amount to much. Now he was ready.

Walking out into the bright sun, but cold day high in the mountains of this small town of thirty five hundred, no one saw him leave the motel. He packed his bag in the car and drove downtown to the restaurant where the weekly meeting of the Lion’s club met. He’d checked the location out the day before and parked in the rear of the restaurant. At noon he walked in and showed his credentials to a man at the door who welcomed him to the lunch meeting. Two hours later he’d found his man with the name to match his game: Matt.

It didn’t take long to find out what he needed. Single, lived alone and no family in the area. Matt invited him home for a drink and before dark Matt sat with his head on his chest breathing no more. He cleaned his tool and as usual left by the front door leaving the porch light on. He limped to his car and drove away into the night.

Brad sitting with Billy in the hotel coffee shop at six is listening to what his computer expert had to say. Billy, now totally focused and showing none of the antics he was known for, said, “Boss, I burned the midnight oil and this is what I will do this morning. I will take the map of California and line up the cities where he struck and then takes the names of the people and program the computer to make sense out of nonsense.” Billy knew better than to give his boss tech talk and this was his way of telling him he was on the job and would have something for him to look at by days end.

Brad said while drinking some god awful tea and eating dry toast, “Tell me what you think about this killer of old people Billy.”

Rocky was under the table chewing on Billy’s old tennis shoes and having a good time teasing him. Billy had been rubbing is back with the other foot and it would seem they had some special relationship between them. Billy replied thoughtfully, “No doubt this guy or person is a crackpot and trying to guess his next move will be difficult. A wacko like this one will make a mistake intentionally sooner or later. He wants us to catch him so he can put his name out front on national news as the cleverest guy who ever went on a killing spree. Unlike Jeffery Dahmer who butchered, this guy can’t stand the sight of blood.” Billy dug a map out of his bag and showed Brad that indeed the “N” was clear, but connecting the other eight sites” A” shows up. Brad had the same thing and both understood the need for the computer to take this and run his program that Billy would write.

They tossed around some other thoughts and when their driver showed up at seven they left for the FBI office. A nice day Brad thought. A little warm perhaps, but for one that was used to living on the coast, a change from a cold wind to a warm windless day felt nice once in a while. The driver was a little more than nervous with Rocky lying on the front seat with his seatbelt on. He was so big his nose touched the driver’s leg. Glancing down once in a while the driver had fear in his eyes and Rocky felt it. More than once he raised his head only to feel the muscle reaction of the driver’s leg and the car accelerated in fits and jumps. Brad knew what Rocky was doing and he told Rocky to cut it out much to the driver’s relief.

Walking into the office and back toward where Vicky had shown him his broom closet for an office was, she met him with a big smile on her face. She said, “Mr. Pratt, a change of office was ordered and let me show your new office. Follow me please,” as she tried to swish her hips down the hall. It was a poor attempt at trying to look sexy, but Billy was the one she intended it for. He took it hook line and sinker. Vicky walked past his old office and down the hall on the left a double door opened into a large conference room. Sitting in the middle of the table in front of an expensive looking desk chair sat a computer, fax and all the bells and whistles could ask for in an office. A young man dressed in the way of agents stood up when the doors opened. Vicky introduced him as his liaison between other agents either in the field or here in the office. Brad looked around and saw a China board at the end of the table with a large map of California with colored flags of the sites where the killer has stuck. Brad was impressed and as he took in the rest of the room Vicky told him that special agent in charge Jake was waiting for him in his office at his convenience.

Brad said, “Tell him I will be with him around eight after I go to the computer center with Billy”

“Fine sir, I will tell him when I return. Is there anything else you need? If not, just call me and I will see to it or agent Jones here will help you.” She coyly looked at Billy and left leaving the doors open so Billy could see her no hips going down the hall. Billy did notice her crow’s feet and fantasized about her feet and something erotic to do with ice cream.

Brad told agent Jones he would be back soon and yes he had some things he would like him to do for him. Agent Jones in all of his youth said, “Yes sir, I will at your disposal from now on as long as you need me”

Brad and Billy left and Billy looked at his boss and noticed not an expression crossed his face about agent Jones, but he knew he was laughing inside. They were given the red carpet treatment in the computer center and Billy fell in love with the new modern computers. That was last Brad saw of him until after six pm that night.

Vicky led Brad into Jake’s office where Brad found Jake in much the same condition as yesterday. He looked wrung out and if it wasn’t for a complete change of clothes he would have suggested the guy take a few days of sick leave and gather up some strength. Jake didn’t offer coffee or a sit down, but Brad once again moved the chair to the side, but back away from the desk this time. Jake looked through some files absently and Brad felt he was trying to find the words to satisfy Brad the FBI was efficient and on the job. Brad waited and finally Jake said, “I don’t know who you are, but I was told under no uncertain terms that you were the boss and I was to follow whatever you suggested the FBI should do. I mean to tell you that ruffles my feathers and I would think that the best agency in the world has to succumb to outsiders to solve a case is beyond my reasoning. Now, I will give you what you ask for, but step out of line and I will be there to remind you who you are working with. The FBI will solve this case and don’t get in our way. You’ve already riled our agents with your team and with your dog, but I have to live with it. The FBI profiler from Washington is on her way this morning along with a pathologist to determine what kind of weapon was used for the murders.”

Brad noticed Jake felt a little cocky telling him a profiler was coming and a weapons expert too. Brad stood up and said, “If that is all, I will leave you to your work. Oh, by the way, the murder weapon is a tool used by loggers to braid wire rope and also used by longshoremen to braid hemp rope. It is called a Marlin spike,” and with that he left the office with Rocky following on his heels leaving Jake sitting there with his mouth open.

Brad found agent Jones more than helpful. He was too raw to be making any political moves and wanted to show he could be efficient albeit inexperienced. Brad picked up the phone and called Mike’s cell. Both figured the call was being taped or listened to, but they both had their own ways of code talking. Mike answered and said, “I’m hot on the trail boss and will report in at noon.” In code, which meant he had nothing and would call Brad on his cell at lunch time after he spent the morning digging around Los Angeles looking for costume rentals who sold to a small timer making a big purchase.

Next he called his wife. She answered from inside a car as the sounds of traffic were heard in the background. Brad didn’t say much except good morning and she returned the greeting by saying, “I miss you too. I’m on my way to Paramount Studios and will talk to you later.”

Brad turned to agent Jones and said, “Agent what do you think of this madman?”

“I’m not sure what you are asking but if I think you are saying how do I see this person and why he is doing it?”

“Roughly yes, but what do you make of the message he or she might be sending us?”

“Well sir, I think he is toying with us and definitely feels we can’t catch him. I’m young sir and think computers are the key to finding this guy. I see a guy as I think it is a man and not a woman. Why, I can’t explain the why, but I feel it is a man who is searching for his own identity and does that through his disguises he uses. He’s telling us he is the best make up man in the world and never makes a mistake. I’ve read the investigative reports and he leaves nothing behind and especially no finger prints. We knew he must be younger than a senior because of the postman saying he looked out of place with the quick retreat to his car.” Moving to the board agent Jones pointed to the map of Southern California. He took the pointer and showed the “AN” of the two letters of the alphabet. “Before you arrived this morning I ran a program of combinations of words and came up with the most probable word ‘CAN’.” He let that finish his answer and Brad nodded his agreement.

“Agent Jones that is what I came up with too. We both can’t be wrong,” he said with a chuckle. Brad liked this guy and his frankness. Too bad Jake couldn’t take a chapter out of agent Jones’ book.

The phone rang and agent Jones answered it and passed it on to Brad. Jake was on the other end saying they had another murder in a small town in the mountains called Bishop. Jake wanted to know if Brad wanted to take a helicopter ride and see for himself. Brad told him he would and he was ready when the call to take off came. Jake said the chopper was ready now behind the building and agent Jones would show him where it was.

A couple hours later they were standing in the house of one Matt Hinginger. Brad had put on latex gloves and waited for the go ahead to look a little closer. He got the nod and looked at the wound in the back of the head. It didn’t look like much of a wound, but he knew how deadly it was when a twelve inch spike was driven into the brain. Very little blood was seen and what was there had dried a long time ago. A lighter streak of brain matter and spotted blood could be seen across his right shoulder. Brad thought right that was where the killer wiped off his weapon. Brad said, “Let’s go talk to some of the Lion members,” he had heard about as the sheriff clued them in was where Matt was last seen talking to a stranger who showed up at a Lion club meeting.

The sheriff had done a good job and had all he members who were there for lunch back at the restaurant waiting for the FBI to interview them. The sheriff addressed the group and said, “The FBI would like a few words from you in a group meeting rather than individually.” He walked to the side and sat down while Jake came to the front to address the members. Jake didn’t waste any words by saying, “I don’t want hearsay; I want facts and please remember that we need information that will provide us with the apprehension of this killer. Now raise your hand if you talk directly to the stranger who came today for lunch,” he waited and a full minute went by and Brad thought that Jake had scared them off from coming forward with his harsh words. But then a hand rose tentatively from the back and an old man struggled to get up.

“I talked to both the stranger and to Matt at their table,” he said with a feeble voice. “To my best recollection we talked about the weather and then the local economy. The stranger, who called himself, Frank Laughton, was interested in some vacation property.”

Jake asked the man to tell one of his agents in more detail in a private setting. A special agent helped the old man walk into a private room used for food storage and Brad followed close behind. The storage room was spacious and the special agent made some seats out of boxes of canned goods and Brad made his own perch on a box of oranges. Rocky sat between the old man, whose name was Fred Billings, retired fireman from Bakersfield. The special agent gave Brad the nod and sat back with pen and notebook for later use. Brad asked Fred, “How are your eyes and as I see you don’t wear glasses what would you say your vision was?”

Fred said, “My eyes are fine and indeed I wear reading glasses, but on my driver’s license,” he pulled out his billfold and showed the agent, “I don’t need glasses to drive a car.”

“Fred, I want you to start with the stranger’s hands and describe what you saw. Were his fingers long or short; fat or thin; fingernails trimmed or long; hangnails and what color hair on his fingers or wrists did you observe?”

Fred sat there with his eyes closed. Brad noticed he was not so old, but crippled up with arthritis. A full head of silver hair and a nice face with smooth skin and soft wrinkles made the old gent pleasant to look at. Finally he said, “He had short, but not so fat fingers with trimmed nails. He had light brown to blonde finger hair and on his wrist too; also a Mason’s ring on his ring finger. On his left wrist was a scar about a half an inch long, but it looked like a very old scar.”

“Was there anything else that struck you as not right about this man? Such as, the age of his hands or face? The way he sat, slouched or upright; a voice that might have been nasal or off sound for his age; or what even his nose hairs were like, long or trimmed?”

Once more Fred closed his eyes and remained quiet for a minute or two. Rocky went up to him and laid his head on Fred’s leg and Fred rubbed his ears. Then Fred came back to life saying, “Nose hairs first. No nose hairs to speak of and his voice was much like a man of his age. One thing though about his lips, they were thin but an occasionally a twitch on the left side of his mouth would happen. I was at the table for about fifteen minutes and left when lunch was served. During that time the twitch only happened maybe two or three times. Now his skin was baby smooth, but his face had lots of wrinkles and he wore thick glasses, but the glasses, come to think about it, the glasses didn’t make his eyes bigger.”

“Thanks Fred, you have been a big help. If you think of anything else, call our Sacramento office and ask for Brad Pratt or any special agent for that matter.” Brad got up and left leaving the agent to ask him questions or whatever he needed to justify to Jake he indeed questioned the old man.

Walking back to the small meeting room the young girl from the motel was asking to see someone about the guy who stayed there the night before. She had remembered something and as Jake was busy, Brad overheard her and took the girl off the agent’s hands to talk to her. They moved to the main restaurant and sat down at a booth. He smiled at her and asked if she wanted something to eat or drink. She declined and handed a business card to Brad saying, “I think this guy dropped it last night. I was so sleepy when he checked in I really don’t remember much about him at all. But when he left he didn’t close the door and I went around the counter and closed it. Walking back I saw a white card on the floor and picked it up. It must have fallen out of his wallet when he paid me.”

Brad said, “You are a good person to have brought this to us; this maybe is the lead we need to catch this guy,” as he read the card and put it in his shirt pocket. Jake came out and gave Brad the nod to go. Brad waited until they returned to the Sac office before he related what the old man said and what the card showed.

Back in his office after agent Jones had the card blown up and placed on the board Jake and his assistants sat looking at the card. Brad looked at his watch and it was close to five and wondered how his wife and Mike were doing. Jake broke his thoughts by saying, “Brad what you make of this new evidence about our serial killer?” The card was a white, plain, and cheap business card advertising costumes for parties and other sundry events. It advertised: “Patty’s Party Favors” located on an off street in or near Hollywood. The usual phone number and fax number and the owner’s name: Patty Goodheart and her home phone number for emergencies.

“Check it out is all I have to say at this time Jake.”

“Well, wonder boy, I thought maybe this fresh piece of evidence would put you on the trail faster than your dog can run,” he said with a sarcastic voice. The other agents lowered their heads and were truly embarrassed by the special agent in charge of the Sacramento office.

Brad took it in stride and went on to tell the agents about his take on the eye witness who spoke to our suspect and all the details to the word. Brad didn’t need notes. His recall was perfect and that put him a cut above the others when it came to remembering details.

The meeting broke up and Billy walked through the door looking as tired and worn out as Jake. He sat down heavily and reached for a cigarette. Brad wouldn’t deny him his fix so he let him light up. Billy suggested they go back to the hotel and have some dinner. What he said was he needed to talk, but not here. Brad told him he was finished for the day and thanked the agent Jones for his help and see you tomorrow.

Chapter 4

Riding back to the hotel with their driver, Brad thought back on his meeting with Billy Rider for the first time. Strangely enough he came from his father. Four years ago his father called him and told him the man he was looking for could be found in San Diego under lock and key with the key being held by Naval Intelligence. All Brad had to do was go pick him up and he was his to do with whatever he needed. That was all that was said. His father was not a man of many words and what words he did speak were more than useful in business, or military business would be more correct.

Brad found Billy with the shakes from no nicotine and after reading his file, decided this was indeed the guy he was looking for. Aside from his outward appearance, his background in computer hacking put him at the top of the game. Control was all that was needed and after a shaky start, for the last few years they were as close as one can get without being blood. Billy had told him hacking made money and money was needed for his aging father. His father was a vet, but like all or most programs for veterans the money just didn’t go far enough. His father had a rare brain disease and needed constant care. He was in an old veteran’s hospital in Seattle, but Billy wanted to move him to better facilities. Hacking was the answer, but it only landed him in jail. Nowadays, thanks to Brad and his generous salary, father was in an assisted living complex south of Seattle with the care he needed.

Few knew really what his knowledge of computers and given the time could hack into any system in the world, which he proved time and time again. Billy lived not far from his father and only minutes away from Sea-Tac International Airport. Most of the time Billy could work out of his house in his basement full of the latest on government computers. Whatever he asked for, Brad made sure he got it promptly. Only once did his father ask how Billy worked out and Brad told him fine.

Now as the driver drove away, Billy fired up another smoke as they walked to the hotel door. He deposited his smoke after too long hits that made the fire glow like a roman candle in the butt can and they strode to the elevator. Brad and Billy both knew they would go to Billy’s room so he could smoke and show Brad what he had on his laptop.

Brad loosened his tie and Rocky plopped down totally relaxed now that no threat to his master would be forthcoming. Soon he was snoring and had rolled over on his back with his legs spread dreaming of whatever dogs dream about. Brad kicked off his penny loafers and stretched his legs thinking he would go for a run later. Meanwhile Billy had brought his laptop online and began talking about what he came up with today.

He said, “I ran he two letters A and N against all possible words and came up with the word ‘Can’. Then I searched for all phrases, expressions, cliches, puns and more and what came up with more probability than anything was the phase: ‘Catch me if you can’.”

“I didn’t need a computer to tell me that Billy. I just didn’t want to hear it because that means more than fifteen people will die if he is left in his game. And that doesn’t preclude the fact he has more to say after that. We got to get ahead of this guy someway and I’m open to any suggestion you might have.”

“Boss, there are just too many cities and towns to make a word game here in California alone. What if he decides to cross to another state and play another game? My god this could go on and on. Do you realize Brad even if we find out who he is finding him will be another story altogether.”

“Yes I know that and running him to ground is going to be some luck on our part and bad luck on his part.” His cell rang and it was Sujin reporting in. Brad listened and never said a word for ten minutes while Billy played with his laptop. He heard Brad say something and hung up. Brad sat there thinking for a while and Billy knew better than to disturb him when he was thinking. Billy was always amazed how he reasoned things out and was usually right most of the time with his deductions.

“Billy, Sujin may be on to something. To make a long story short, she found a guy who took a leave of absence from a film production company and after two weeks was found dead in his house. His brother handled the small estate and lives in San Diego now, but after trying to locate him, the neighbors haven’t seen him in a month or more. The car fits the description and Sujin and Mike are on their way down to San Diego now to talk to the neighbors.”

Billy waited to see if he was through and when he looked up at Billy he said, “I know what you are thinking: how does the brother fit into the scheme of things?” I really don’t know and even if he is driving his brother’s car, that doesn’t make him a serial killer. But it sure makes a guy wonder what he was doing, if it is the same car, in the area with a dead man talking to a postman.”

Billy added, “And it is doubtful the car was stolen. But why would the dude keep an old car like that and what is he doing running around killing old people?”

“I’d like to know the answer to that too, but time will reveal the answer and if I’m not mistaken, it isn’t the brother but the guy who took the leave of absence.” Billy had not a clue what Brad was thinking, but then most people didn’t. Only his wife knew what he was thinking most of the time. Brad lapsed into thought and Billy went back to his computer lighting up another smoke blowing a smoke ring at the ceiling.

The hotel room’s phone rang and Billy went to answer it. He said yes and told Brad it was for him. Brad moved to the bed and identified him to the caller. It was the FBI profiler and she was staying at the same hotel. She’d asked Brad if he would like to have dinner and he agreed, as he told Billy after hanging up. Walking out the door to take a shower and change clothes he told Billy to keep at it and left.

Brad met the profiler in the bar at eight and by her telling him what to look for, he spotted her at a small table with a glass of wine. He walked up and introduced himself. She was as tall as him and about the same age. Nice looking with short black hair and eyes that were piercing like his. He couldn’t tell the color from the dark bar, but guessed dark brown as were her skin. She was dressed causal but expensively: white silk blouse with black pants that contoured her nice figure. She gave off no sexuality, but in a friendly manner of intelligence. A real professional he thought and she smelled good too.

She asked him if he would like something to drink and he told her tonic water with lemon and no booze would be fine with him. She signaled the waiter as he guessed she wanted control of the situation for at least the present. Time was always on his side and he relaxed to hear what she had to say. It was quiet with the bar TV news on but no sound. His drink arrived and after each took stock she told him again her name and position with the FBI. She must have thought he couldn’t remember names well as she told him her name was Wendy Brown. Dr. Wendy Brown, but he could call her Ms. Brown. Brad responded by saying his name again was Brad Pratt. Dr. Brad Pratt, but she could call him Brad. Her face turned a little red by the candle light and it was evident she hadn’t done her homework on him. Brad took a sip of his tonic and waited for her to begin the discussion.

Wendy recovered quickly and said, “I’ll give you bullets,” and started her standard story of a person who fit this type serial killer. “Psychologists make a practice of profiling people for a variety of reasons. Psychologists believe that our adult behavior is based on circumstances during the formative years. In this instance, parental neglect, especially the mother can set in motion behavior that will ultimately be considered pathological. This is also a case of fixation, a morbid thought process that a particular group is responsible for harmful things and as a result need to die. When we say that, we are getting into some very serious psychopathology like schizophrenia. These are a psychosis and one are divorced from reality. They can structure their world in keeping with their needs and can be oblivious to logic or the real world. They are totally governed by their emotions, most of the time, negative such as hate, resentment and a strong belief that they can do something about the things they believe are within their power to control even if it means destroying them. Generally, they have no conscience or awareness of right or wrong. They do things because they think and strongly believe that this is OK, they cannot ever accept responsibility for their actions. They have no control system such as a belief that they will go to jail if they are caught and a further belief that it is impossible for them to get caught in the first place. They do not think like normal people, they construct their world in keeping with their needs. Often, things happen to them at an early age to reinforce a pathological belief, such as an older person doing something to them while they are youth that they feel rightly or wrongly is a personal attack on them or something that they believe harmed them, kept them from getting something that they wanted, etc. They can turn on and off this pathology. They can work well at a job, not be noticed and can control their impulses for a long time, but then they can be overtaken by the sickness and they need to act on it. They have to be very clever in order to perform acts of violence in such a skillful way that they will not get caught, but often make purposeful mistakes to challenge authority to try to catch them, and in some instances want to get caught. It is always a very complicated set of circumstances and no two serial killers are alike, but all possess the same developmental aspects that set in motion their particular pattern of behavior.”

Brad was impressed and didn’t feel the need to comment. He said, “Thanks for your report and if you are hungry, which I am, let’s have some dinner.”

A smile broke across her face and revealed nice teeth behind kissable lips and she replied, “I too am hungry and let’s go eat on the government.” Sitting at a dinner table they had an informal conversation about this case and Brad told her the latest from Los Angeles.

She remarked, “I think you might be on to something, but it still leaves us lost in the woods to find him if he has in fact left his home for good.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that, but at least we will have a name and most likely a picture of his true self to work with. However, I fear he travels in disguise so maybe we don’t have much to go on after all.”

“I disagree. It will give us a real personality to work with and with that we can alert any and all senior centers and clubs from Canada to Mexico and over to the Mississippi River if necessary.”

“That will evidently help, that is for sure, but what if he changes his tack and moves to another arena, like for example, health clubs, boat clubs and retirement homes and look at how many old folks in Arizona and Florida to choose from.” He knew he made his point when she didn’t reply as the waiter came to take their order.

After dinner they both went for a walk. The night was clear but a little chilly. She had a light jacket on and he had his sport coat. Rocky felt no need to protect his master from her so he followed behind. Wendy never made a comment about his dog. She accepted it as his own need and why questions it? She was on the spot with this killer and her future rode on her being right when it came to profiling, what had become known as the “Senior Killer.” What made her scared was her future rode with this guy and his dog? She remembered leaving so quickly she failed to run a check on this guy. Landing at the airport and her brief meeting late with Jake who had been off on location with the latest killing, didn’t glean much background on Brad Pratt and his team. In the morning, she thought, I will find out who this good looking guy is. God was he handsome, she thought. She noticed no ring, but in this day and age, meant nothing. She was single and went both ways. She liked it that way.

Walking back they said their good nights and went to their respective rooms. Brad decided he would run in the morning and went to bed hoping that no dreams came to haunt him like they usually did when he was on a case.

As usual he woke up in a sweat with Rocky licking his face. He reached out and hugged his dog and told him he was fine now. Rocky was used to his master dreaming about something bad happening in his master’s past. Last night was no exception as he dreamed of being interrogated by a sadistic guy with pure evil in his eyes. The man held a cordless drill with a half inch bit running it in front of his eyes while another well-dressed Arab asked him questions in perfect English. He was hanging from two ropes in a dwelling that stank of goat and unwashed bodies. His feet tied together as were his legs just above the knees so he couldn’t lash out with his legs to his tormentor. The drill was coming closer to his eyes when he woke up screaming and Rocky was there to comfort him.

Brad looked at his watch and it said four thirty. He got dressed in his running gear and left the hotel for a ten mile run with Rocky.

By six he was freshly showered and dressed waiting for Billy to come down for his morning report. Brad was reading the morning paper about the serial killer striking again in Bishop. He read the usual dribble from the authorities stating they were closing in on the killer and it would be only a short time before they had him behind bars. Just then a familiar voice asked him if she could join him for breakfast. He looked up to see Wendy looking fresh and lovely ready to take on the day. He asked her to sit down as Billy came walking in with a blue cloud of blue smoke trailing him. He sat down next to Brad and stared at the lovely creature across the booth from him. Billy stuck his hand out and told her his name. She tentatively took his long fingers and a quick shake drawing back her hand as if it touched something dirty. Billy was anything but dirty. Maybe his dress was something to not admire, but his dress was clean as was he. Brad told her what Billy’s role was and she nodded her head taking in the light blue eyes of intelligence once she looked at him a little harder.

Brad told Billy and Wendy that they were off to the airport to fly to San Diego to look first hand at the house where the brother lived. Sujin had called him and told him he needed to see this place for himself. He never questioned her suggestions, only followed what she knew as important to him and the case they were working on. Wendy never batted an eye, but told Brad she would pack her bag and be ready when he gave the go signal.

Steve met them at the airport. He’d been to Palm Springs to see Brad’s father where the Gulf Stream had picked him up and flew on up to Sacramento. Jake was also aboard as well as agent Jones whom Brad had asked for to accompany them to San Diego.

Brad sat with Steve and Steve filled him in on his stay with his father. It would seem a lot of pressure was being applied from the two gents at the initial FBI meeting having flown back to Washington to report the findings. The president was in a corner and with the war in Iraq and Afghanistan; along with the mounting pressure on North Korea and the flowering of China wanting more high tech weapons, the pot was boiling over. Steve told him we need to put this guy to bed and take some heat off the president and let the seniors sleep again in peace.

Brad said, “We are close, but still a long ways of putting our hands on this guy. Frankly he needs to make a big mistake for us to catch him. From what I hear about his house, this guy knows how to keep an arm’s length away from the law.”

“We are counting on you and the president knows you and your team are our front line in this matter and he says only to ask and you shall have whatever you ask for to stop this guy.”

About then the plane landed in San Diego where his wife was waiting along with Mike. Striding to meet up with Sujin a government van was waiting to transport them to the house in question, Rocky ran ahead and Sujin squatted down Asian style and gave him a hug. Riding along down the freeway Sujin filled Brad in on what she knew and discovered. She told him they had exhumed the body of what was supposed to be John Mitchell, but they were now running tests to determine who this guy was. He fit the size, but from a closer inspection of his picture from the studio where he worked, this was indeed not the John Mitchell who was supposed to have died. It was clear to all that a clever attempt to cash in on a life insurance policy and the resulting sale of the house, gave our killer ample cash to operate for a long time if need be.

Mike was still on a hunt for leads and he had some interesting facts to share about disguises that he found when he had the picture of John to show the suppliers of costumes and other items necessary for a complete change over if desired.

Sujin went on to tell him that the neighbors had not seen him for more than four months. No mail had been delivered or papers. He had simply vanished in his old car. She left out much of what the house looked like for his methods of discovery. She held onto the fact John had the house cleaned from one end to the other and the plumbing too. Not a trace of him was evident. Not one fingerprint was found.

Brad took this all in as they drove up the street to park. The usual yellow crime tape surrounded the house and yard. It was a simple house: a two bedroom with a one car garage in an old neighborhood. It was a house that nobody driving down the street would notice. Only curious neighbors noted his comings and goings. The report from the neighbors he was friendly but not social; quiet but private and his comings and goings were irregular.

Brad walked up to the house and showed the policeman his ID along with Rockies. The policeman frowned at the dog and Rocky gave him a fierce stare back and that was enough for the guy to move out of the way quickly. To Brad this house looked like what he’d heard about houses back in the late fifties or early sixties and smelled like an old grandma’s house that badly needed airing out. It permeated dust, mold and the faint smell of mothballs. Beige wallpaper with old worn out carpet the same color greeted you as you entered directly into the living room from the front door. Brad stepped to the opposite side of the room near a narrow window that faced the side yard. An old dark maroon sofa sat in front of the street window. It took up most of the wall space with a cheap wood coffee table with coffee stains sitting in front of it with two magazines lined up on one side. Next to where he was standing a rocking chair with wooden arms straight out of the Salvation Army sat waiting for its occupant. A permanent sag in the middle gave truth to the years of use. The color gave him the memory of Army green. A side table with a lamp perhaps bought at the same time as the chair sat to the back of the table. Brad turned the switch and the light came on. He turned it back off. He looked just opposite the rocking chair and there another table struggling to hold up an equally old TV sat looking tired as the house. Next to the TV a narrow but tall book case half full of books helps cover the wallpaper. Not one picture hung from the walls. He walked closer to examine the walls where a picture hanger waited for someone to hang a picture from. The outline of where pictures once hung was still evident in three places on the walls.

Next he moved to the kitchen. A small table with two chairs of the same vintage as the living room stood next to a window looking out to the back yard. An old refrigerator with a pull handle sat next to a small sink. An electric stove with a coffee maker next to it on the counter along with a set of canisters rested under the cabinets. The door led out to the backyard through a laundry room where an old coat and umbrella hung above an old set of black boots sat waiting for someone to take them for a walk in the rain.

Brad looked up at Mike who stood in the kitchen doorway waiting for orders. Brad told him to make a complete inventory of everything in the house along with Sujin taking pictures. Mike knew he meant even the salt shaker and how much salt was left in it. Before leaving the kitchen Brad opened the refrigerator and discovered nothing was left in it. Clean as a whistle. Brad then moved to the bedroom where John laid his head at night. A single bed, nicely made along with a chest of drawers was all that was evident as the closet was devoid of any clothing. He took a look at the bathroom and it was clean like the refrigerator. The other bedroom was totally empty. Nothing but an old faded yellow rug sat on the hardwood floor. Brad moved back to the living room and looked at all the books one by one. He told Mike again to list every book by author and title. Make sure each page is examined carefully. Better yet he told him to have the FBI pack them up along with the magazines and sent to their office.

Brad sat in the rocker and stared at the blank TV while Mike, Billy and Sujin did their work. Jake stood next to the window and never said a word. Finally Brad broke the silence saying, “We need DNA and have your agents tear this place apart for evidence. Rip out the toilet and bathtub drain along with the kitchen sink for any trace of his original self.” Jake nodded at agent Jones and Jones took off to fill in the waiting FBI men.

Brad returned to his thinking about John. Sujin had told him he was the best in the business at makeup and costumes. He got along fine with everyone and they were surprised when he said he needed a little vacation. A lot of questions came up while he sat there comfortably in John’s rocking chair. Not the question why, but where would he strike next; and when. Also what did he do for entertainment every day? Did she read books or watch TV? Read the newspapers. Go to the movies or wander around the shopping malls. What was he doing right now? No matter what Wendy said about him; some logic was following his trail and Brad was determined to jump on him given half a chance.

Billy broke his concentration saying, “Boss the garage is as clean as the rest of the house save an old push mower without a handle.”

Have the FBI check on all the storage units with his picture and find out where he stored his clothes and other things like pictures. I don’t think he filled a dumpster, but took the easy way out and rented a storage unit for a year or more.”

Sujin came and told him she was finished and Billy was helping Mike in the kitchen going through the utensils and cupboards.”

“I’m going to walk around the house and look it over with Rocky.”

“I’ll wait here for you and see what the FBI comes up with as they are now ripping out the toilet and bathroom sink looking for hair samples for DNA.” Brad nodded and left with Rocky by the front door stopping long enough to peer into the empty garage. Something caught his eye in one corner and he walked in looking like Sherlock Holmes on a case. In the corner a pile of sawdust stood all by itself. Brad looked the rest of the garage over and became curious why this one small pile of sawdust was left when the rest of the garage had been, what looked like a vacuumed cleaner had been used. Agent Jones saw him and with gloved hands and a knife scraped the pile into a brown pocket envelope. He sealed it and wrote the appropriate notation. Brad squatted down and picked some of the pile up in his hand and stood up. He went to the side window for a better look and sure enough, it was a pile of sawdust. But why did he leave it and nothing else. Maybe he wanted us to find it and that would keep us busy guessing why he left it. Brad dropped the sawdust and left to walk down the side of the house. There was nothing but dead flowers and brown grass surrounding the house. Nothing unusual and Brad made his way back to the front of the house. Sujin was standing on the walkway under a big old elm tree. It was warm for her after being on the coast for the last four months. She had grown used to the coastal weather and didn’t much like this heat at all. Brad walked up to her and said, “Let’s fly back home and see what we can figure out about this guy.” She nodded her agreement and Brad left to tell Steve and Jake his plan to take his team back to Oregon to work on finding where this guy might strike again. Nobody argued with him. Jake was happy to see him go and Wendy stood looking like she missed the bus. Brad walked up to her and said, “Wendy if you want to you’re welcome to join our team at my house. It is up to you.”

Wendy nodded her agreement and left to tell Jake her plan to go with Brad. Jake could have cared less, but as he was the special agent in charge of this case, she knew to report to him.

An hour later they were flying back up the coast to Oregon and entrench themselves in the most baffling case to date

Chapter 5

The ‘Batt Team’ euphemistically known by in certain circles of the government was built on stamina and perseverance. This was evident by the plane ride up the coast. Steve and Wendy were both sleeping and the team was fully awake doing what they do best: working. Billy at his laptop; Sujin at her laptop, doing what she did best: digging for information that might lead to a clue where this madman might strike next; Brad with his map studying each kill site looking for a needle in a haystack. Math, the answer to all questions, lay before him. The formula is all he needed. Mike did his best work analyzing where he had been, what he saw, what he heard and Brad had told him to try and understand why the house was empty save the books and kitchen stuff. He’d also told him after the FBI had looked for clues and fingerprints to have the books sent to Oregon.

The plane landed in the dead of night to the calm after the storm, but just a pause as another one lurked just over the horizon. Mike took his car to Port Orford to check in at home and Steve took his car and the rest of them piled into a van for the trip to Bandon.

Sandy was happy they were home and didn’t pay much attention to the newcomer in Wendy. Rocky would have told her to be aware if there was any danger, but he renewed his love with a standoff stance while she played the role of female making sounds of love and happiness by dancing around. Earie had the welcome mat out and hot bowls of noodles sat on the low table for the hungry team and guests. The smell of onion and garlic rising off the noodles made all mouths water with hunger.

Wendy was totally impressed by what she could see and what she imagined the house and grounds looked like in the daylight. So sterile, but so homey she thought. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But what felt like independence of the team members, but yet a bond made it all feel warm and comfortable. No evidence of touching or hugs upon returning, but just an order of business and the comforts of home. The look and aroma of the noodles made her want to sit down and eat, as Sujin led her downstairs to her bedroom where she could freshen up. Billy and Steve followed them down to their respective rooms and a few minutes later all were sitting on the floor sucking up a homemade U-dong, a Korean noodle soup. To Wendy it tasted wonderful and she was impressed with the surroundings having peeked into the computer room and wondered what the other rooms looked like. Her room was austere but comfortable. She thought she would enjoy staying here and maybe she would even learn something.

Earlier she had received a document on her laptop one paragraph long about her inquiry about who Brad Pratt was and is. Sitting at the table eating this wonderful food she gazed at him thinking about what the document said. He was an Oxford scholar and after graduation entered the Navy. After retiring six years ago it was vague about what he was doing at the present time. In it was nothing about his personal life or why he had retired early when she knew he was supposed to be a career man following a long line of military men such as his retired father who was a general up until a few years ago. Vague was not the word she thought about, secrecy was more like it. Why I need to know, she thought, it seems like he knows more than he is letting on. How to crack that knowledge base was her intention. Must be careful as if I come on too strong or too curious he will clam up tight and like a fool I will have lost his confidence. No doubt he was held in high esteem in some circles and Jake knew more than she did about this strange and powerful team of seemingly misfits.

Then there was his Korean wife. Where did he meet her and how does she fit into this team. She hadn’t heard her say ten words since she met her. But she always noticed the two of them looking at each other like telepathy was going on between them. She moved like a cat. No sound and fluidity marked her movements. Watch and learn she heard her father say. There is nothing worse than a person putting their nose where it doesn’t belong. Gain their confidence and tread lightly. She liked Mike, but he was gone and who knows when he will return. Then there was Billy who had gobbled down the noodles and ran outside with a pack of smokes to satisfy his habit. She didn’t see him so strange once she got by his dress and habits. Kind of typical of a computer nerd, she thought while she fought the spicy taste and rank smell of kimchee.

Brad broke the silence by saying that we should all retire for the night and get together at six in the morning. Wendy thought that a good idea and thanked them for a lovely dinner and went to her room. Looking at the wall clock it said close to one am. After the bathroom and putting on her nightdress, she peeked out the curtains and saw Brad sitting on a small sofa reading some papers. Doesn’t ever sleep she wondered. And his dog is always next to him as her eyes closed and the next thing she realized it was six am. She never slept so well and she remembered there wasn’t a sound after she went to bed: total silence. A little scary, but when she dressed in casual clothes climbing the stairs and looking out the tinted windows as daylight was just breaking, she relaxed when Steve came up alongside her and said, “Sleep well?”

“Never better and why would anyone live in DC when you could live here,” she answered with an obvious rhetorical question.

“Wendy, it wasn’t by chance you were chosen for this job. Brad asked for you special. He thinks you can be a real help with this difficult case we are on.”

Wendy was shocked and still looking out the window which now had streams of water from a soundless rain running down the window said, “How did he know or how does he know me?”

“Honestly speaking he was given a list of profilers and liked what he read about you I guess.”

At that moment Brad came through the door with one of his dogs. Both stopped on the entry way and Brad stripped down to his running shorts. He toweled off his dog and walked to the stairs.

Wendy had a first look at his body. When he walked it seemed he floated on air. Legs were well muscled, but not overly so. It was the same with his arms and shoulders, powerful but not bulging. His body seemed hairless, but that was not unusual for blondes. Some of her friends would say he had a wedge of a body. Wendy felt an electric current run through her body and especially the sensitive areas. Her thoughts were interrupted by Sujin coming through the door. She too stripped down to shorts and a wet T-shirt, following her husband down the stairs.

Wendy said to Steve with a look of curiosity, “Don’t they ever sleep?”

Steve with a small grin said, “Not much. I would guess a couple hours a night is all. Something to do with Eastern religion, but as I’m a complete neophyte about that discipline, your guess is as good as mine. I will say that I’ve never seen him or her tired. And believe me, I’ve had occasion to witness when he had operated in the field for four days straight without any sleep or rest.”

Wendy looked back at the view now that daylight gave her an outline of the coming day. She saw what appeared as sand dunes running to south and the Pacific Ocean is beating the beach with large waves of the storm in progress. No way did she want to be out there in this weather. She was a city girl and didn’t like the rain. The smell of breakfast cooking with Earie working mostly soundless in the kitchen drew her away from the view. She was starving and wanted a cup of coffee in the worst way. Earie must have sensed the need for both Steve and Wendy as she placed two mugs of steaming coffee on the old wood table by the window. Steve took her by the arm and both sat at the table sipping fresh coffee.

Billy came up looking like he just crawled out of bed, but then he always looked that way. He almost ran into the door while fumbling for his smokes. Rocky was hot on his heels and wanted to play. The door faced east so the weather was hardly noticed when the door opened or closed. Sujin had turned off the security at the door, but the outside was always on. Brad had informed Wendy about the ground security and to not go outside without either Sujin or him with her. She took the warning seriously and had no need to venture out in this weather.

Breakfast was fish soup and Korean pancakes. Wendy wasn’t much of a fish lover, but hungry was the better part of valor and she dug in with relish. She found the taste excellent and sheepishly wondered what was for lunch.

After breakfast Brad suggested they have a meeting in the basement to discuss the case. Almost on cue the high sound of someone coming denoted the arrival of Mike. Wendy was amazed how well it worked. Mike declined breakfast and made for the stairs saying hi and good morning to all. Billy was standing in the kitchen wolfing down an egg sandwich and milk. He ran back to the door for a last minute smoke and once all were in place around the glass top coffee table, the discussion at first surrounded the contents of the kitchen from the house of John.

Mike said, “We all know the questions, but what are the answers. He cleaned out the house save the kitchen and books.” He’d made an easy to read list of the inventory and had passed around to all a copy. “Let’s go around the room after a minute and see what pops out of the box.”

After a few minutes Billy offered, “If it had been me I wouldn’t take condiments and pancake mix with me either. That tells me he left it to confuse us and to stall for time frustrating the investigators.”

Brad looked up and said with his usual soft spoken voice, “Maybe that is the case Billy, but let’s look a little deeper than what is on the surface. What do you do with condiments and such things? You mix them to make something is what you do. Now he is mixing up an alphabet soup. We need to take a first letter of each item and see what we come up with.” Billy was scrambling for his laptop and decided that was not what he needed and left for the computer room.

Brad continued by pointing out, “B for baking soda: Barstow; C for cookie: for Cantil; S for salt: Santa Clarita; N for nuts: Needles; and so on.”

Wendy thought this was so off the wall she almost laughed. Steve sensed her thoughts and gave her a glare that would have devastated her in grad school. She was smarter than that and gave herself a verbal warning to listen with an open mind.

Brad went on to say, “If we look at the size of the area he used for the two letters A and N, then follow that with the next two sites further north to connect the C, something tells me he didn’t follow his plan of making the ‘Catch me if you can logical or symmetrical. If you follow Sac and add Bishop then connect the line to Baker a nice C is visible. However, if you make a C out of Bakersfield to Bishop to Baker you have again a C. In addition you have the three C’s.” A frown on his face was felt by all at the meeting. Steve thought this was way over his head and excused himself to make a phone call. Wendy had to use the bathroom, but was afraid to leave.

Billy came back in with a random list of words three pages long. Sujin took a look and left to the computer room without a word. Mike changed the subject to the books. Everyone looked at their copy of the list of books and magazines found in the John house. Mike keyed in on one book he found as an anomaly to the rest of the books. He said, “This book about raising pigs is totally alien to the rest of them and to my thinking why would a guy have a book about raising pigs when you live in a city?”

Wendy was looking over the list and was now starting to get in on the feel of things. Her brain was starting to gear up and forget about the deeper thoughts and think about what is staring you in the face. Pigs, why the hell would he have a book about pigs? She blurted out, as all heads turned towards her, “Maybe in his history, that is family history, pigs were raised by a relative.”

Brad said, “I like it and Mike run this guy’s genealogy through Utah and see what comes up” Wendy looked pleased as punch and Brad gave her a small smile. Only the two of them were left sitting around the table and she took the opportunity to excuse herself for a bathroom run.

Steve, meanwhile, in his bedroom was talking to Jake in Sacramento. Jake was telling him they found his car and were dismantling it piece by piece. He told Steve they were phoned by long term parking at the airport after a description of it with the two letters was sent out to places where he might park or hide the car. Steve asked, “Has he been identified by anyone at the airport?”

“No, I doubt if we will get an ID as he uses so many disguises.”

“Fine, Brad wants those books up here soonest Jake, so please double your efforts on them and send by first light tomorrow.” That was an order and not a request as Jake took it.

“That will be done and is there anything more,” he asked sarcastically.

“Not for now, but find that storage locker and if you need more men, call me on my cell phone and I will have fifty there by nightfall,” he hung up without waiting for a response. Damn him, Steve thought. We need team players and not a guy like Jake who resents anyone stepping onto his patch.

He’d just got off the phone with Washington and reported to his superior that this case could be a long and difficult one to solve. His boss didn’t want to hear it, but softly said he knew what they were up against. He’d asked Steve if he needed anything to help them along the way and Steve replied that he was going to walk the beach and pray for the second time in his life. His boss asked when the first time was and he responded by saying when he was in church the last time getting married. He’d asked God to never let his dick grow soft. His boss laughed so hard he had to hang up. Steve cracked a big smile, but as usual no one saw it. He decided he would go for that walk on the beach.

Wendy was coming out of her room when he saw her. He asked her if she wanted a walk on the beach and she looked doubtful knowing she would get wet and probably sand in her shoes. He saw her reluctance and quickly said there are some beach combing clothes if you like. She had a small smile that acknowledged an agreement to his suggestion. Ten minutes later they were headed down the trail with Rocky as their guide. Brad had sent Rocky just in case and Wendy asked what the just in case meant a Brad only smiled.

Wendy looked like a professional beach comber in her yellow rain coat with a large rain hat on, knee boots that fit perfectly, and lined pockets to keep her hands warm. Keeping her legs warm was a pair of nylon pants that was waterproof. Once they hit the beach from the trail, the sand firmed up and the going was easy. The rain and wind whipped her face, but it felt good. The smell of salt and seaweed filled her nose. On the sea stacks as they passed by sat hundreds of sea gulls waiting out the storm. The tide was out so they could pass by and see hundreds of thousands of black muscles hanging from the rocks along with starfish interspersed giving a rainbow color to an otherwise black background. Having never seen this before Wendy moved closer to look at the hanging muscles with long hair like things hanging all over them. She was afraid to touch them and reached out tentatively to touch a starfish. They were tough skinned and rough to touch. She turned to say something to Steve, but realized the roar of the ocean and wind would only carry her voice a short ways. She closed her mouth and they continued up the beach toward the jetty.

Wendy felt the wind and rain on her left side as they walked north to the jetty. Steve had his hands buried in his pockets of his Burberry. A brightly colored yellow rain hat with a neck strap made him look like a comic book character in his big black boots strolling up the beach. An hour later she loved the walking. She held her head high and the salt air refreshed her body and brain. As they neared the jetty she could see the waves crashing into the giant rocks that protected the entrance to the harbor. The spray was flying high into the air from the waves and wind. She’d never witnessed such a sight and was mesmerized by the picture as she drew closer to the jetty. By now she could see the outline of some people walking on top of the rocks and when she was close enough to see them, she spotted Brad standing next to the seashore hatless wearing a blue Gore-Tex coat. How did he know we would this way she thought? He was alone as they climbed the small bank to the parking lot. Few cars were there as the tourist season was long gone and the sight of a storm to the locals was nothing to them.

“Hi,” he said, “I brought you some dry clothes and maybe we would have lunch at the local eatery.” He handed her a bag and pointed at the low building where the restrooms were located. For Steve he had a pullover sweater and a light rain coat and a pair of slip on waterproof shoes. Wendy found a sweat suit and sweatshirt inside the bag along with some slip on waterproof shoes. A windbreaker jacket and she were good to go. She looked into the stainless steel mirror and gave up the thought of combing her short hair or applying some lipstick. Go natural girl, she thought.

Brad drove the van to the new part of Bandon. The old town lying at the edge of the harbor where the Coquille River emptied into the Pacific Ocean. A small town she thought as they drove along the waterfront where small boutiques and other shops and restaurants were located. Brad turned right through town and up the hill to the new town where the supermarket and banks were located. A busy restaurant sat off to the side and that is where Brad parked.

Inside she made for the restroom to comb her hair and after looking presentable she found them sitting at a table talking quietly. She looked around and noticed the look of locals rather than tourists sat busy talking about whatever locals talk about. She sat down and Brad smiled at her asking what she would like. He said, “The clam chowder is great and a crab sandwich is out of this world.”

She looked at him and thought this was the most human like sentence she had heard him speak. “I will follow your suggestion and some coffee would be nice.” It turned out they all had the same thing and she was delighted he met them and stopped for lunch. “How did you know where we would be,” she asked with a raised eyebrow he noticed.

“Ah, it is Steve’s famous walk. It’s too far for him to return and years ago he called me the first time he made the trek to the jetty.” Steve glared at him.

“You know that isn’t true. I called you the first time to see if I was needed and you said two calls had come in. Then you suggested you come and get me and I agreed,” he said with a small sign with a grin. Brad rolled his eyes and Wendy laughed. Hot bowls of chowder arrived and Wendy loved the food. It reminded her of the East Coast and Boston. But the crab was much better here.

They didn’t talk any business here as Brad was known but left alone. About the time they were finished eating a policeman walked in and up to the table. Brad introduced him as his brother-in-law who was married to Earie. Wendy noticed he was short and stocky, with a nice smile. He shook hands around the table and made some small talk and left. Wendy thought it a little strange he didn’t sit down and have some coffee, but maybe he was on an errand or something.

Driving back to the roundhouse, as she called it, she took in the sights along the way down the Loop Road. New houses mixed with old weather beaten houses were scattered here and there along the road. Turning into a small dirt road they made their way to the parking lot after Brad opened the cable crossing the road at the end of the trees. The wind was gale force and they hurried to the house. Inside Sujin took their wet clothes and disappeared down the stairs. A warm feeling from the wood stove gave off warmth and comfort. Wendy sat down on the sofa and let out a relaxed sigh. Brad and Steve left for the basement and she sat alone until Sujin came back up and sat next to her. Sujin smiled timidly and said, “Are you comfortable here Wendy?”

“Yes, very much so and if you are not careful I will be living here soon it is so nice and relaxing.”

Sujin knew English American humor and gave off a laugh. “My husband likes your work and thinks you will be a big help on this case,” she said with a sincere look in her eyes.

“I hope I can help. Even my parents back east are scared to go outdoors anymore and how much more here or in California are the old folks worried to death of the serial killer.”

“Yes, and I’ve read your report and is there anything else you might think of to add to it after the last few days being on the sites and in his house?”

“Sujin, I know one thing and after studying profiles until my eyes fell out is that they all have one thing in common: abuse at home when young whether physical or mental. The pig breeding book and if in his history of family reveals a location; we might find him holed up there or near there due to his loss of a ‘home’ so to speak.”

“Mike located his family history and we are discussing it when you are ready to join the team in the basement.” With that they made their way downstairs. Billy who had taken advantage of the lunch break caught up with them on the way down smelling like stale cigarettes eliciting a sharp look from Wendy. He made no excuse and sat on the floor next to Sandy who had replaced Rocky inside for the afternoon shift. Sandy was no different and snuggled up to Billy. Dogs know who and what humans are. If a dog doesn’t like you it is for a good reason. Wendy knew that and that is maybe why he always had Rocky or Sandy with him.

Brad led a formal discussion about the results of Mike’s history on John. He said, “Mike has located Johns’ fathers’ home. He has since found out his father raised pigs and the location is near the city of Olympia in Washington State. I think it prudent Mike and Wendy investigate this new information and maybe we can turn up a clue or two. Wendy gives us your thinking about this new development.”

Wendy thought for a few minutes and said, “Simply put, the more we know about this guy the closer we can determine his geographical travels. What I mean is if he is familiar with the area around Olympia maybe he will decide to let the press cool down and the hunt for him wanes. He must know we are going all out to find him and what better place to go to ground would be in a familiar place. He’s two thirds there if we can take his ‘Catch’ me expression. I think it is likely he will let things cool down for a while. I’m ready and willing to go or do anything to help the team and in particular stop this guy from killing our grandmothers and grandfathers.”

“Well, it is settled then. Mike and Wendy go to Olympia and for the time being we will stay here and work on our random numbers and word games. Meanwhile Steve will make the arrangements and notify the local FBI that you are coming,” Brad said standing up telling everyone the meeting is over.

Chapter 6

Two days later with the FBI and local law enforcement they found the farm of J.J. Mitchell in the Bald Hills near the town of Yelm. “It turns out a Mitchell lives there and it is assumed it was a brother or John himself,” Brad told Billy and Steve.

Steve said, “How is that possible. You got me totally confused. I thought the brother was dead and then who is buried in the grave in

LA?”

“Well, you must have missed something while things were going on. We think that the guy in the grave is a missing man that looks like our killer John. He faked his death and imposture his brother for the life insurance. He’d set up an address and house in San Diego and when it came time to collect, John played the part of his brother. It was easy to prove with a SS number and a driver’s license obtained some time ago. The life insurance wasn’t a large sum. He was smart to not draw attention and collected the hundred thousand plus the sale of his house in LA. It was very neat and clean. That’s an overview and the particulars are in a report if you care to review.”

Steve knew they were on the way to Olympia and left to pack his bag and call his superior. Brad called the airport and put the plane on standby while Sujin made ready their things. Billy took a quick shower and sucked down a fag in the shower with a powerful fan sucking out the smoke and steam. Clever he thought, but Brad already knew his trick.

Wendy noticed this time Brad took Sandy and left a sad looking Rocky to take care of the home base. Sandy looked out the window at Rocky and maybe in dog language she gave him the nose thumb!

It was late at night when they landed in Olympia. Steve left for Seattle for a meeting with his superior who had flown out after hearing they might have the suspect located.

They stayed at the Edgewater in Olympia and left the next morning to the east where the Bald Hills formed the side hills of the Cascade Mountain Range. The FBI had staked the farm out and when they arrived, was told all was quiet if squealing pigs indicated a quiet farm. Special agent Norm Nicks from the Olympia office led the team to the farmhouse door at eight am. A knock produced a very likeness of John Mitchell. Norm showed his FBI credentials and asked if they could come in. The man stood back and let Norm, Brad, Wendy and Mike in.

The house was a mess and it looked like the pigs lived in the house. Paul Mitchell as he said his name threw papers and old clothes in a corner to make room in a broken down sofa for them to sit. A kitchen table and four chairs were piled high with cereal boxes and god knows what all. Brad and Mike moved two kitchen chairs into the living room and Wendy had made a place on a sturdy coffee table by moving a pile of trash while Norm in his tailored suit chose to stand. Paul sat down on the sofa on top of old clothes and waited for someone to say something. Brads first impression was the guy was a little retarded, but found out later it was only a game he played.

Norm began the questions by reading him his rights and then asking him who owned this farm? Paul replied, “I do. My daddy gave it to me when he died.”

“When did he die Mr. Mitchell?”

“Oh, years ago.”

“What year Mr. Mitchell?”

“I can’t remember, he said looking up at the ceiling if the answer was stuck on the greasy looking ceiling with large water marks from a leaky roof.

“Tell us if you have recently been to California.”

“No, I don’t even know where California is”

“Can you prove your whereabouts for the last few months?”

A long time passed before he answered and rubbed his stubble on his chin and said, “The feed store in town knows me and I go there once a week for pig food in my daddy’s pickup truck.” Brad moved to Norm’s side and whispered in his ear.

“Mr. Mitchell would you mind if some of our agents look around your farm and in your house?”

He seemed to think about that and as if he didn’t know why he played the role well by looking around the room at the mess and said, “I don’t see why not. Watch out for the momma pig with little ones as she gets a little ornery if strangers come around.” Norm left to inform his agents to look for anything that was not part of a farm. Leave no pile of pig scat unturned he told them.

Brad and Mike took the yes to mean to start looking for the place one might hide costumes and make up cases or bags. Paul sat there and didn’t move for two hours while the FBI looked in or under or over the complete farm. Brad and Mike looked for underground places like an old root cellar where someone could hide or things stashed.

While they were looking, Wendy was asking him questions about his family and life here on the farm. Wendy reported later he answered all her questions like a person who lived here all his life; with nothing out of the ordinary. But, she added, that there was something not quite right about the too pat answers.

Disappointed after stopping off in Yelm at the feed store and finding Paul did come once a week and usually on a Saturday. They checked the sales receipts going back for months and sure enough he had charged his feed every Saturday like clockwork. The salesperson told them at the end of the month they send the bill to the local bank and the bank deposits the amount in their account.

Next they stopped at the bank to check the account of one Paul Mitchell. They found a six figure balance and learned from the manager when the daddy died of a farm accident he left a sizeable insurance policy to Paul the son. The lawyer set up the accounts for taxes on the farm and groceries from a local supermarket. Paul never needed to carry cash or write a check.

Back at the motel the team sat around discussing the day’s events with Norm and his assistant special agent, Mark Lee. All eyes went to Brad and he took the lead by saying, “I looked closely at this hands and fingers. They didn’t appear to look like a farmer’s hand at all. Also there wasn’t much dirt under his nails and because his shirt sleeves overlapped his wrists I could tell if a scar was there or not. My gut tells me we were with John the serial killer and I did see your agents Norm getting some evidence to determine DNA. I’m glad now we sent agent Jones to Sacramento for the books. Get a hold of him and have him follow up on the grave site DNA. Also, let’s exhume daddy J. J and check his DNA; in addition, find out the lawyer who handled the estate. Mike what do you think?”

“If it is John in real life he is one cool customer. Even if it is him all we have on the guy would be fraud of an insurance company. We don’t have a shred of evidence to tie to this bird. I’m holding out on committing who this joker is, but if it is him, how did he fool the feed store and how could he be in two places at one time?”

“Easy Mike,” Brad said. “There is a brother and he was hiding somewhere on the property. They have had years to build a hiding place and if Wendy is correct in saying the father abused the kids, maybe he dug a jail type room somewhere and stuck the kids in it for punishment of some sort.”

Wendy’s mouth fell open at the suggestion of what Brad just said. “Of course,” she blurted out, “it stands to reason. I’m a fool for not thinking about that.”

Norm spoke up and said, “I will have the army fly over with a helicopter and use infrared heat source equipment to see if we can locate an isolated heat image besides the pigs and one person in the house.” He left the room to make a call and Sujin spoke for the first time.

“Sandy never took her eyes off of him. Dogs know. ’

“I think he is gone and to parts unknown to us at this time. I know,” as he saw Norm about to tell him they had a watch on the place, “that he has an escape route and by now you will find the real brother completely baffled. Norm, I suggest you get the person who is there now his DNA. We need to look at hospital records, death certificates and so forth.”

Mike said, “I’m on the records,” as he left the room to contact Billy and research the county records and the father’s death certificate.

Meanwhile Norm was in the corner using his cell phone. First he called the agent to check on the house. Take his picture and a sample of his DNA. Next he called the office and had them find out where JJ Mitchell was buried and dig him up with a court order. In addition, as he was in agreement with Brad on John escaping, told his office to put an alert out and stop each car for a search. Fax the description to all law agencies. There was only a couple ways out of the Bald Hills by pavement. One logging road was used by a timber company but it had a locked gate at the east end. Norm took no chances and had them call the sheriff's office to have someone sit on the locked gate.

Brad looked at his watch and saw it was only about noon. He wasn’t hungry but they had missed breakfast. He thought it prudent to have something to eat and nodded at Sujin who knew what he was thinking. She took Sandy for a walk and told the restaurant to take orders from the people in the meeting room. She ordered for both Brad and her then took Sandy outside to let her do her thing. Sandy was on a leash; let the motel guests feel relaxed seeing the police dog. Sandy appeared to want to sniff the parking lot and Sujin gave her free reign. This was strange as she normally did her business and whined to go back where the action was. Sujin went on the alert and her senses became acute. Looking at a slow point to point 360 she took in what was normal and anything out of the ordinary. A few cars were coming in for lunch and no cars leaving. That was natural as it was lunch time. They passed the FBI van they had used earlier and made for the back of the parking lot. She looked at every parked car for human occupants. Nothing. Sandy, ears up, slowly moved toward a U-Haul van sitting against the back parking lot at an angle to cross ways to the parking lines. Sujin thought that normal as many people moving had similar vans and parked in the back because the vans were too big to park straight in.

Sandy was not happy about the van and Sujin tried to see if there was anyone in the driver’s seat. Cautiously they approached the driver’s door when the motor started and the van took off, but not before she caught a glimpse of what looked like the suspect from the farm. Sandy gave a bark and looked at Sujin.

Did he follow us to the motel, she thought. If so, he must have changed places with his brother very quickly. That would mean the secret room is under the house. To leave the house through the back and make his way to a hidden vehicle meant he had planned this from the beginning to find out who was looking for him. It gave her the chills thinking about it as they went back to the motel and lunch.

Sujin went to the ladies room before having lunch with the team. Of course she memorized the license plate, but she realized it would lead nowhere. The rental place would have a completely different description of him or her that what he truly looked like. This was his turf and now he had a good look at who was in charge of the case and what really was his purpose of hanging out in the parking lot? Maybe he thought he could kidnap a member or the team? She would share this new development with the others as she made her way to a small meeting room where lunch was being consumed.

She sat down next to Brad and he took one look at her and Sandy and realized something happened either in the motel or outside. He made no move to ask and waited until she was ready to tell the story. She ate her cold soup and baked trout like nothing was any different. Small talk was going around the table and that was when Steve, looking like he’d been up all night, walked in with a drawn haggard look. He took an empty chair as the waiter asked him if he would like some lunch. He told the waiter he would have whatever the lady was eating and bring him some fresh and not old coffee. The waiter saw the look in his eye and told him he would brew a fresh pot for him right away.

Brad looked at his friend and said, “Burning the midnight oil, Steve?”

Steve looked him in the eye and said, “We have to find this guy and bring this spree of killing to a halt.”

Brad told him they had found the killer and plans were in place to try and apprehend him. When he had Steve’s attention, he told him the story in detail and when he finished, Sujin took his place relating the parking lot incident.

Wendy was shocked and couldn’t believe what she heard. So brazen of him and it appeared he was teasing them; daring them to catch him and if they did, what would the charges be. This was becoming so bizarre and complicated it was making her mind change gears to keep up with the rapidly changing events of this drama.

Steve asked a few questions as Norm got up and made a phone call to his office reporting the story of Sujin encounters with the suspect. He’s been contacted earlier by the agent at the farm that indeed they took his picture and got his DNA. Other than that he reported the guy only blubbered and cried the whole time. He was acting like a ten year old kid, the agent reported. As to the escape route, the agents found a trail and a place where a vehicle had been parked on an old logging road. It had been drizzling rain most of the time and there was a dry place under some trees next to a gravel road just off the main Bald Hills road, but out of sight from anyone parked near or at the farm itself.

Brad took all this in and said, trying to ease the tension around the table. “Look, whether or not he intended us to find the farm through the pig book the fact remains we did. We found him and he held the ace in the hole by buying enough time to make good his escape. Now if the one clue was left by him, then that means more clues are waiting for us. The books will tell us his next move and I think our business here is over for now. We will leave the FBI to do their jobs finding out the DNA and following up on the death of father JJ. I think we will find out the father was murdered and most likely it was John that committed the murder of his father. Now, one more thing, this guy followed us here and I don’t want him following us to Oregon. Steve, tell the pilot to file a flight plan to Seattle and then a flight plan to Salt Lake City. Meanwhile we will drive to Portland and meet him there at the international airport next to the Columbia River.”

Before leaving Brad had a private word and left Norm a phone number committed to memory after he gathered the facts about the lawyer who drew up the document; the father’s cause of death; and the case history of Paul Mitchell, the retarded member of the family.

In case they were followed the FBI had a method of deception for just this purpose. First they drove to the shopping mall. A large eighteen wheel truck stood backed into an unloading dock next to the J.C. Penny store. At the opposite side of the store, where the follower might be waiting thinking they would just walk through the store and out the other side into waiting cars, they would in fact enter the trailer of the truck. It was custom designed in the back for on location communications and other vital needs of the FBI. Thirty minutes later they were headed down the I-5 southbound to Portland. In the first rest area a van waited for the passengers to continue down to Portland. Even Mike was impressed as he sat on a sofa next to the wall. He was quite comfortable and took a nap until the rest area.

Chapter 7

Back at what was euphemistically known as the Round House, the team sat around the floor eating another delicious Korean dinner. Another storm or as Wendy thought, maybe the same one hammered rain against the windows. A nice wood fire kept the damp out of the air. Rocky replaced Sandy at Brad’s side. Wendy was famished as she used her chopsticks in a dish she had heard Sujin say it was mandu. They looked like homemade dumplings and tasted wonderful. Mostly she was told they were filled with vegetables with only a little ground chicken, and of course steamed brown rice and baked fish round off dinner. Billy was happy everyone was back. He’d told the team he had some important results from the computer and was anxious to share the news with the team. He gobbled down dinner and headed for the door to chain smoke a few cigarettes before the after dinner meeting. Agent Jones was there with the books. Brad was satisfied all was going as well as could be expected.

Agent Jones had arrived in the morning. Earie was expecting him. After unloading the books he went for a walk on the beach. Mostly because he didn’t know what to do while Billy was locked onto the computer and it was only when he helped with the books and watched him smoke two cigarettes, he really felt out of place and asked if it would be ok to take a walk on the beach. Billy told him to help himself and to tell Earie what he was doing so she could be on the lookout for him when he came back. Agent Jones had heard about the house on the beach, but never in his wildest dreams did he realize what it really looked like. He’s yet to see the basement and yearned with curiosity what lay under the first floor. Jones thought his mother would have a fit if she saw the place. He laughed thinking about how she would have drift wood stacked around the windows and god knows what all for furniture left to her own devices. He sobered thinking about all the questions she would have for him when he came back home.

Agent Jones was fresh out of law school and had just completed his training at the FBI school. He’d gotten lucky being stationed near his home in Sausalito. His parents had sacrificed their lives for his education. His father worked for PG amp;E, the Northern California utility company as a truck driver. He’d worked all the overtime he could get to put his son through college and then law school. He was proud as a peacock with his son landing a job with the FBI. His mother bragged too much with the neighbors about her black son working for the famous FBI. He loved his parents and now that he was working he had money deducted from his salary sent to their bank. Billy lived in an apartment in a not so good part of town in the old town of Sacramento. However, the rent was cheap and it was good enough for him for the time being.

Now as the team sat around the glass table with computer papers and files stacked on it, Brad asked agent Jones to bring them up to date on the San Diego findings. Agent Jones began, albeit nervously, by saying, “We made an ID on the body that was supposed to be John Mitchell. The man was a look a like and when the autopsy was performed it was ruled a heart attack. We exhumed the body and did a toxic screen and found an abnormally high amount of a drug that increases the heart rate. We presume John Mitchell befriend this man and fed him the drug which led to heart failure. Close workers of his in the film company ID John’s body and that was that. He was just another late middle aged man succumbing to a heart attack. Next we found his storage unit and from that we got some hair DNA off his clothing. When the DNA is matched against what you found in Washington we can then determine who is who. Now to my final report about the books and what we found were many finger prints and as this man had no prior record of crimes committed or service in the military, no record of his prints is on file.” He looked up and made eye contact with each member to see if there were any questions and when none were forthcoming, he closed the file he never looked at giving a sigh of relief.

Brad thanked him and went to Billy who had just come back down the stairs for a nicotine fix just in time for his report. Smelling like stale tobacco and knowing it he stood back after handing everyone a copy of a report. He said, “I took all the letters of ‘catch me if you can’ and send them to a friend of mine at Cal. State. They possess a large main frame and we ran the letters until we came up with the most probable set of phrases. If you notice on the map of the sites where he struck, there are two ‘C’s.” The computer combined today’s computer talk with regular English and came up with this possibility: “C me if you can.” I know this leads mostly nowhere, but if you add the ‘S’ into the equation, which is outside the original message, you come up with this possibility: “Sure you can.” Of course there is an infinite amount of possibilities given more than half the alphabet, but in all likely hoods this is the message.”

The room was quiet and no one said anything until Wendy cleared her throat and said, “This guy wants to be caught and is playing the kids game of hide and seek.”

Brad sat there thoughtfully and said, “The books will tell us where he is and I’m afraid we have a long process ahead of us page by page and book by book. I feel he is going to ground now that winter is coming. I also think he needs to devise a game plan to finish off his task. I for one am going to take a run on the beach and if anyone wants to join me, they are welcome.”

Mike said he would go home and be back tomorrow. Wendy said she would like to join him in running but it has been a long time since she ran anywhere. Billy said he would run upstairs and out the door for a date with a Marlboro. Steve left to go to his room and make the dreaded phone call to his superior. Sujin went upstairs to tell her sister to go home and that Mike would give her a ride. After that she put on her running shoes and sweat pants, a pullover sweat shirt and a windbreaker and was standing at the door waiting for her husband and Wendy to arrive. Rocky was waiting with her dancing from foot to foot waiting to run on the beach with them. Agent Jones fooled everyone and came up at the same time with Brad dressed to run. He had long powerful legs and out of his suit, he had a nice body that surprised Wendy.

It turned out the Brad and Jones left the girls behind and to Sujin’s hospitality she stayed with Wendy who alternated between a fast walk and short runs. Rain running down her face, hair soaked she was determined to get into shape come hell or high tide. I’ll not be the weak link in this team she thought. Sujin saw the determination on her face and gave her encouragement. A week later, Wendy could run a mile without stopping and by the end of three weeks, could do five miles or a run to the jetty and back with ease.

After Brad and Steve huddled for a few hours the next day, Steve left for Washington and Brad went with him to Palm Springs to see his father. The team still had lots of work to do with the books and after a few days the team had grown close. Mike, Billy and Sujin made them feel like they were important and they were. Agent Jones and Wendy held their weight with the team and if anyone could stop this madman the team could.

Down in Palm Springs the weather as usual was sunny and warm even though it was the first of December. Sitting in his father’s study with Steve, the two of them gave Brad’s father the respect due. His role was small, but important as his former position as a high ranking officer in Naval Intelligence he cut through a lot of red tape with his contacts. Such as the time Brad needed two helicopters to evacuate wounded and his team of Seals from deep in the jungles of South America, he provides the lifesaving air support he needed. Many times he had proved his ability to make the seemingly impossible happen. His pound of flesh came in the form of being in the loop and no detail left out. Rumor had it the he still had the ear of the second term president from Texas.

Brad’s mother told him one time that reason he did it was to not be forgotten by his busy son. And she never failed to tell her son she needed to have some grandkids soon. Brad always blushed like a schoolboy and told his mother they were working on it.

To Brad sitting in his father’s study felt both comfortable and relaxing. The room, and the house for that matter, reflected a typical retired general’s house. He still played golf with his cronies at his local golf club. Now Brad was listening to Steve and his father talk about the serial killer known as John Mitchell. Brad looked at the familiar things in the room. A desk the size of a battleship sat in front of a sliding glass door leading to the back yard. Brad smiled and thought if he was a kid again he could sit in his dad’s desk chair with wheels and roll in the pool which lay not fifteen feet from the sliding doors. Of course on one wall a bookcase with your typical naval histories and his old law books from way too many years ago were stacked from ceiling to floor in a beautiful oak bookcase. Opposite the bookcase a wall full of pictures from over the years was lined up at attention waiting for a young recruit to salute the wall. His mother, along with a Filipino domestic worker made sure not a speck of dust marred the pictures. Famous presidents from Nixon to the two Bush’s with his father standing at their side gave Brad a sense of duty. Now his country was counting on him to stop this John Mitchell with whatever it took to assist him in bringing to a halt his killing of our senior citizens.

“Brad,” he heard his father say, “Are you listening to me?”

“No sir, I’m thinking about taking a swim.”

“My God boy, a killer is loose on our people and all you can think about is taking a swim?”

“Yes sir, Steve can fill you in and after dinner tonight over a glass of your precious brandy, I will answer any and all of your questions,” he said with a soft voice, but a look of seriousness instilled his father’s confidence in him.

“Off with you then as Steve and I have important things to discuss while you fritter away the time.”

Brad laughed and Steve cracked a small grin as Brad left to change into swim trucks and have a talk with his mother by the pool side. After countless laps back and forth his mother bought out some fresh squeezed lemonade. They sat under a large umbrella and he listened while his mother talked about their retirement. “Your father is bored Brad. He needs more to do. He misses the action and if at all possible could you involve him more from your business?”

“Mom, he is very important to our team and plays a large role in supporting. However, he is not a field man and neither is Steve. You can see by Steve’s face he is a tired man flying coast to coast and from meeting to meeting. Father wouldn’t like that and neither would you. My suggestion is moving to Florida, buy a boat and that would be something you both could enjoy.”

“We never thought of that and I will talk to your father about that tonight behind the bedroom door,” she said with an out of character giggles. Brad grinned and then she told him the FBI Director would be here for dinner and Brad was a little taken aback about by the news, but no outward signs could be seen on his face. He winked at his mother thanking her for the heads up on tonight’s plan. Then he excused himself for a trip to the shower to wash off the chlorine.

The current FBI Director was an unassuming looking middle aged man. Since nine eleven so many changes had occurred in all of the governing law and intelligence agencies. The pressure to produce and prevent haunted every agency and in particular the FBI. Not with this new threat of a senior serial killer, the heat was on the FBI to produce and prevent. The director was saying this to them just before dinner was served, sitting in the study, “We have over five hundred agents working on this case. It appears we are no closer now to apprehending this guy than when he first started his killing spree. Yes, I know you are going to tell me how much you have learned, but the sixty four dollar question is: are we any closer now to catching this guy than before?” The table went quiet if it was possible for it to get any quieter.

Brad never one to be at a loss for words said, looking the director in the eye, “We will catch this guy, but time is not on our side. He is smart and more than that he is clever. He taunts and we will out think him. He’s leaving a trail behind him, but to catch him we must know where he will go next. It is my opinion he will go to ground now and wait until spring to hatch a new plan. Now we must be patient and out think this guy. It is also my opinion he is pretty much through with California and now Washington and Oregon are his next targets. We suggest you concentrate your efforts on Washington State especially around the northern regions both east and west of the Cascade Mountains.”

The director never missed a word and thanked Brad for his input and advice. Then he said, mostly to Brad, “I’ve selected a special agent to take charge of the investigation and she will headquarter in Seattle for the time being. Brad I would like you to meet her and if you will be so kind to have breakfast with us tomorrow at our hotel, I will introduce her to you.”

“I will be there as requested. However, Mr. Director I feel you are not happy about something and I for one get the impression you are doing something that goes against your grain,” he said in a louder than normal voice.”

“You are right. This goes against what I stand for and that is the FBI shouldn’t have to call in a special unit to do their job. It’s nothing personal Brad, but I’ve been instructed to give you and your unit whatever you request. I have a question and if you don’t mind I would like a straightforward answer. My question is this, why do you think you and your team can do what we can’t do. If I’m to understand your background is military and not crime investigation is that correct?”

“Yes it is Mr. Director. But if I understand the word investigation correctly it means to look for something. Now I realize that is simplifying the term, but in reality that is exactly what we are doing: looking for something. For example, if you are looking for a red house and you drive around looking for one, eventually you will find a red house. Now, that is simple deductive work. In this case, the human mind is not objective and not easy to simplify, but is a complex organism without limits. In this case we are looking for something that few people know how to look for it. Most murderers leave clues and the FBI is an excellent agency to have on the investigative scene, but is this particular case we are dealing with a person who resides outside the normal state of mental reasoning. We have only a handful of examples to work with and each one of those past serial killers had their own unique way of killing. Look at Ted Bundy, Gary what’s his last name, Jeffery Dahmer, BTK, and the Unabomber and others. Now we have a guy who was and is most likely a schizophrenic and who of us can cross that line of mental knowledge to determine where and when he will strike again.”

The director sat and stared at Brad. Brad didn’t know if he was offended or angry or what his state of mind was after he let loose with both barrels. His father was staring at him and Steve was looking into his glass of wine like it was the way out of the room. Finally the tension slowly dissipated and the director said, “Well I guess I asked for it and you are so right. Our agents are trained by the best in the business, but who can train the trainers when we are dealing with a mind no one really understands. Sure our profiles can say they were abused or mistreated when in childhood and so on, but in all cases when did anyone have the opportunity to examine a killer like we have now made it so important we apprehend this guy alive; if indeed that is possible.”

The meeting or social gathering was at an end when Brad’s mother announced that dinner was ready. The director stood up and walked to Brad and held out his hand. Brad took his hand and the director said, “I for one am damn glad you are on our team. Your record speaks for itself and if I read the reports correctly, you have made significant progress where the FBI failed to produce. That is why I would like you to work closely with our special agent in charge. I can tell you this,” as they slowly moved to the dining room, “she is anything but a pushover. I suggest you have all eight cylinders firing when you meet this woman.” Brad didn’t for a minute take his words lightly. If the FBI had a person who could meet this challenge and it was a woman, little did he care what sex it was. He was long past that kind of sexist attitudes and one’s proof was in the performance not the gender. He looked forward to the meeting as they sat down to a dinner of leg of lamb which he didn’t much care for and his mother knew it. But, she had enough other dishes he liked very well such as a pasta salad with his favorite dressing and fresh steamed vegetables.

After dinner, Steve and the Director left leaving Brad and his father back in the study. Brad understood this was necessary for a father and son to do under the circumstances. And like a good son he answered his father’s questions honestly and sincerely. At the end of the session his father bade him good night and retired.

Brad then took the opportunity to call home and talk to his wife. He loved her and she loved him. They never openly showed any emotion, but in private it was a different story and only Rocky or Sandy could tell the truth of their relationship.

Chapter 8

The breakfast meeting was scheduled for eight am. Brad walked into the hotel restaurant at eight on the dot. He found the Director and his special agent at a back table against the wall where it afforded some privacy. She was sitting to his right and he had two choices, either face the Director or face the woman. He chose to face her, but remembered his wife’s last words on the phone to him, “Be nice and no macho stuff big boy.” They were introduced and her name was Nancy Longstreet. Brad had on a nice smile and gave her his friendly eye look. Brad quickly noticed the Director’s words last night as Nancy gave him a look that would freeze a polar bear. Pure hate radiating from her being. Immediately he felt sorry for her to let her emotions override her judgment. It dawned on him this was intentional by the FBI to thwart his attempt to stop the serial killer and let the FBI take the credit. She would fight him at every turn. The delay was written all over her face without a word being spoken. He almost got up and left, but knew it would be rude if not full of disaster to create a scene. So he waited for her or the Director to speak.

Nancy took the opening and said with sarcasm dripping off her words, “I see Mr. Pratt your right hand is missing from the meeting. I was under the impression your dog traveled with you everywhere even to the men’s room.”

Brad never blinked an eye and said softly, “I had to leave him at home due to the fact there are only two FBI agents in my house and I thought it prudent he be there to protect them against an army of black birds or sea gulls.”

“Ok you two, that is enough of game playing. Let’s get down to business and Nancy explain to Brad what our plan is for the search for the serial killer.

Like the professional she was, she laid out a game plan that would knock the socks off an NFL football team. While she went on and on Brad looked this woman over from head to waist. Her light brown hair was done in a short cut but longer on one side giving the look of someone unbalanced. While talking she kept throwing the heavy side away from her smooth skin lightly done up with makeup. She wore green contacts making her eyes look younger than her forty plus years. A perky nose and a wide mouth gave her a nice look overall. She was dressed in a power suit and her long fingers were void of rings or nail polish. He noticed she had a death grip on her coffee cup as her knuckles were as white as her blouse. She had beautiful white teeth that were probably capped. She gave off her East Coast accent proudly and no doubt she was Ivy League educated. The vocabulary she was using suggested a background of law which wasn’t unusual for a special agent. Brad caught the last of her conversation as she was saying, “… and that will take place when I hit Seattle.”

The waiter came about that time and Brad ordered oatmeal and dry toast with a glass of orange juice. Nancy ordered poached eggs with an English muffin. The Director declined and said he must leave early to catch his plane for Washington. He packed up his briefcase and left not saying another word to either of them. Brad was left on his own with Nancy and thought it fitting he would leave her alone with him.

They ate in silence and he broke the ice by saying, “When are you leaving for Seattle?”

With a mouthful of toast she looked at him while she chewed and after swallowing and a sip of coffee said, “Right after breakfast. A plane is waiting for me and after I’m settled in I would like to see you in Seattle.”

Brad thought it would be a cold day in hell when he ran to her beckon call. He knew the time would come when this arrogant woman would be cut down to size. A field agent she wasn’t; a desk jockey she was. She was completely out of her realm and about to have a head on collision with reality. He finished up his oatmeal and with a smile left her sitting there. His car came up shortly and he tipped the guy and headed back home to his parent’s house. On the way home he thought she probably had never been left with a check in her life. However, he kept his promise to his wife and he was nice. His thoughts turned grim with the realization of their next encounter would be something he was dreading.

***

In a small town on the east side of the Cascade Mountains, John sat in his easy chair watching the first snow of the year float down on Wenatchee, Washington. He’d left Seattle with a new identity and a reliable used four wheel drive SUV. His luck was holding and he found a nice room with his own bathroom in a boarding house stocked with old people. Like a kid in a candy store he would take the winter to make a plan. For all that came to know him as Clyde Walker from Seattle recently retired from Boeing and looking for a small town to relax and enjoy life, he was accepted with open arms by Christmas. Folks said he was generous to a fault. They also said they were aware to be wary of strangers and they all gave him a wary eye until the holidays brought out the good will of the citizens of Wenatchee.

His disguise was rather simple as plastic inserts clipped to his molars enlarged his cheeks. Wireless glasses gave him the retired engineer look. A nose that was extended was closely nestled above a mustache of his own beard. A fake goatee closely trimmed completely hid his real self. John of average size at this time had a waist ban making him look on the chubby side. In the final analysis people when they saw his picture in the paper or on TV simply could not believe it was the same man who killed all those old people.

***

Back at the Round House Brad was briefed on the past doings of his team. Everyone was a little frustrated and relieved at the same time with the case. No new murders were a relief; frustration at not learning much new filled the house.

Brad told the team about special agent in charge Nancy Longstreet and her upcoming role as head of the FBI regarding the serial killer case. He conveniently left out the view of her personality except to his wife. For him, more important things were on the table than a personal squabble between agencies. Brad went on with his views and asked questions about the books.

Mike chipped in by saying, “I found one book that was interesting and it has a historical look at all of the presidents of the United States beginning with Washington.” He handed the book to Brad and said, “Look at the index where you see a list of the presidents. Move down to chapter sixteen and see where someone has filled in the bottom of the six with an ink pen. Now go to chapter sixteen and see the corner of the page has dog ears and not another page in the book has any dog ears visible.”

“What do make of this Mike,” asked Brad.

“I’ll be damned if I know, but maybe the number sixteen is significant in some way.”

Agent Jones added, “Letter ‘P” is the sixteenth in the alphabet. Maybe it is an old clue as the pig farm is history as we know it now. ’

“Hold on a minute,” said Wendy. “Abe Lincoln was our sixteenth president and maybe the clue is in his name. The letter “A” might be what he meant.”

“On the map of Washington there is Aberdeen on the coast west of Olympia,” Mike added while scanning the map.

“I will run a list of cities and towns that start with A,” Billy said as he ran to his computer.

Brad yelled at him to include Oregon in his list while he was at it. Brad went on to say, “Let’s assume he’s using the Dennis Radar letter writing of “Catch me if you can” and will start on the border with Canada with a “C.” Everyone sat thinking about this while Agent Jones had a map of Washington and connecting lines for a letter “C.”

Billy came back with a long list of towns and cities for Washington and Oregon. He said, “The computer is still working but I have one scenario; take a look at this,” he had taken a big sheet of paper and on a blank map of Washington marked three cities or towns that would form a letter “C.” The first city was Aberdeen located on the coast almost on top of the forty seventh parallel; up to Anacortes on the forty eight parallel; and on over to Arden on the same forty eighth parallel. Now all knew you could play this game many different ways, so when Brad told the group that what we needed were more discoveries of his intention to leave clues behind. What that meant was back to the books and the inventory from the kitchen. By now they had another list of items from the storage room, but Brad thought what was in the house gave them the best evidence of his plan with the copycat “Catch me if you can” letters.

Brad announced, as it was growing dark, he would go for a run. Company accepted if anyone cared to work up a sweat before dinner. Billy declined and left to inhale some more nicotine; Sujin stayed to fix dinner; and the others all left to run except Mike who stayed to help Sujin.

In early December the weather usually has a few days of cold and clear. Frost is rare, but on occasion one can wake up to a frosty morning on the Oregon coast. The tide was out and no wind for a rare change. When the tide turned to come in then a wind would come with it. For now, the joggers enjoyed the quiet on the beach and the still air. Wendy couldn’t keep up yet, but was determined to get in shape. Twice a day she had been running and her legs and lungs ached from the effort. Tonight they had crossed the creek where it met the low tide so as not to get their feet too wet and ran south instead of north. As darkness fell and the moon rose to the east, the runner made their way back after an hour of running. Brad and Agent Jones were hardly out of breath walking back up the trail following Sandy. Wendy was huffing and puffing, but with thigh muscles burning she followed closely on the heels of the men.

Later sitting down at the floor table all were happy eating more of Sujin’s cooking. Mostly it was simple food and not so hard to prepare. Tonight again was a fish soup and steamed vegetables. Rice and Kimchee and Wendy were beginning to acquire a taste for Korean cabbage with hot red peppers. Sujin had showed Wendy the peppers from Korea that her mother sent. Instead of bright red, like she saw in stores, they were a maroon color and had a smoother taste than other peppers she had eaten. Wendy noticed Agent Jones had taken a liking to the Korean food and was in the swing of things slurping his soup.

After dinner they all sat, excluding Billy who disappeared outside to smoke. Drinking green tea, Brad said, “In the morning if anyone would like to come, we could do some rock climbing. Nothing serious but I think agent Jones and Wendy would like it.”

Both Wendy and Jones nodded their agreement. Wendy looked thoughtful, Brad noticed, and waited for her to speak. It didn’t take long and Wendy said, “I know this might sound crazy, but with the number game and alphabet, could John be using astrology and could this be a cryptogram in his clues and methods of times and places?”

Brad jumped on this comment and said, “I was thinking about that too. We need to investigate this idea further. Remember the Zodiac serial killer from the sixties? Maybe our guy is a copycat with more than one past noted serial killer. Let’s think about this idea. First the serial killer is looking for notoriety such as the Zodiac killer sending messages to newspapers and the police. In our case John is receiving tons of media exposure as we speak. He’s basking in glory reading or watching on TV, or nowadays with the computer websites are springing up as Billy has told us regarding our JM. Now, if our guy goes to ground, then what will he do for news? Will he start killing again? The questions go on and on.”

Sujin spoke up and said, “What you are saying is you think once the news fades he will begin again. And if that is the case, we need to find out who and where it will be. If he strikes somewhere other than a senior center or town clubs all the notices will have been in vain. How do we get a fix on this guy?” Agent Jones thought she spoke rather good English and she sure sounded like an American talking.

Wendy took the break in the conversation to say, “You know the Zodiac killer was never caught.” She let that statement hung over an already depressed team. Billy came bouncing back from the computer room announcing he had the answer, or the best guess on the probability of John’s next places to continue his murderous spree. He said with excitement, “My friends in our ‘Nerds’ club has verified that Aberdeen, Anacortes and Arden will be the start of the ‘C’ in Catch.”

“Billy how sure of this is you,” Brad asked.

“Would you believe upwards of eighty percent give or take a point or two,” as he looked from face to face wanting them to give him a pat on the back or something.

“Ok if we accept what you say is as good as anything we have to go on, which city or town is first? I know that is a rhetorical question, but after looking at the map, Arden is a very small town located in Eastern Washington. Naturally if a team of agents invades Arden the town will explode with fear. Same with the other two towns and the answer is undercover would be the way to implement the infusion of agents.”

Agent Jones was the first to say he liked it and he was happy when Wendy approved of it too. Mike loved the idea and added, “We need drawings of what he used in the past for disguises. The agents must memorize them and slight variations also included. Now, how do you Brad, expect to sell this to the FBI?” An obvious jab at the boss and Mike had a shit eating grin on his face as it was later described by agent Jones.

“I don’t, but Steve will, to answer your question Mike.”

“What is that expression all are saying these days, ‘You can run, but you can’t hide’.” That last exchange brought on a knee slapping round of laughter as Brad stood up and said good night. Sujin went upstairs along with Billy to change out the dogs for the night. Billy lighted a Marlboro and stomped his feet for warmth in the cold clear night. Agent Jones joined him for some fresh air and asked him he could talk with him for a few minutes. Billy, through clouds of blue smoke drifting off to the east slowing turning gray and disappearing, told Jones to ask away. “Well, I really like working with this team and as you have known Brad and the rest of the team for a long time, what do you think, or why do you think Brad keeps me around?”

“Ah, so that’s it. Simply put Brad thinks you are unpretentious and have a base of common sense. He doesn’t think you are a climber at this point and if given an assignment you will do your best.”

“I thank you but what if one of my bosses drags me aside for insider information at some future time?”

“Now that is a tough one. What would I do in that case? I would tell them if they have any questions that involve the personal side of Brad Pratt and his team; they should direct the questions to Brad.”

“I feel it is coming rather sooner than I think. I get the feeling some shit is going hit the proverbial fan soon.”

“We have been there before and you’re not to worry. Brad in a fight is unbelievable be it physical or mental. He’s so smooth you will observe the person with whom he is jousting, eat his or her tie in frustration.” Billy fired up another cigarette before spending the rest of the night staring at the computer. Agent Jones went back inside and set an alarm for the early morning rock climbing.

Chapter 9

A cool fresh breeze was blowing off the ocean as the team walked down the trail to the beach under a cloudless early morning sky. Slight traces of frost remained on the grass making the beach grass look like a field of white mixed with brown waves similar to the foam left with a wave on the beach.

Leading Wendy and agent Jones, Brad thought about last night’s phone call to Steve. Steve listened carefully and told him he would get back to him by noon his time the next day. Brad had written a report up stating the salient facts and sent it via fax to Steve’s office. The last thing he told Steve was about his meeting with the FBI Director and his new special agent in charge, Nancy Longstreet. He asked Steve to fax him her personal file and any other facts or rumors about her.

Putting aside the thoughts, Brad stopped at the first small sea stack and demonstrated how he climbed the rocks. At first Wendy thought it a little silly until Brad explained the how and why of rock climbing. He said, “Suppose it is a black night, raining and you are climbing out of a canyon or valley with bad guys looking for you. I know what you’re thinking: how does this concern me? Well, if you are going to be on my team you must be trained for any and all possible situations.” Both Wendy and Jones were shocked to hear they might be part of the team in the future. Agent Jones stuck out his chest and followed Brad to the top of the stack. Wendy had a picture of the path they took and followed suit.

Sitting on the top of small twenty foot stack, a nice view was had. The incoming tide felt and looked powerful as the small waves made their way inland. The sun rising out of the east cast a dark blue against the ocean and a deep brown where the waves sucked back to make another run at the beach giving evidence of the strong rip tide. Along the sand dunes evidence of powerful storms lies against the dunes. Large trees and logs like white skeletons mixed with small pieces of driftwood were tightly bunched against the sand hills. From her position on top of the stack, Wendy could see just the top of the Round House on the bluff. Fronting the bluff from north to south short grasses long since turned brown swayed in the light ocean breeze. The usual strong smell of salt and decaying seaweed was only slightly as the breeze was mostly bringing fresh air to her nose. What a beautiful place, she thought as Brad climbed down with Jones following.

Standing on the beach next to the stack Brad brought out two red handkerchiefs from his small backpack. He made up both into a blindfold and first to go was Agent Jones. No words were necessary as Jones began his accent of the stack. Slowly he went as it was evident he didn’t know exactly what or where to place his hands and feet. It took him fully twenty minutes to reach the top. He knew better than to take off the blindfold and made his way back down the stack to the beach. When he reached the sand he took off the blindfold and was totally out of breath. He said, “Now that was a challenge, ’ and grinned at Wendy whose turn it was next.

Blindfold in place, she began her climb. She was intelligent and had tried to memorize the hand and foot holds along the way. However, only about five feet up the stack she didn’t have a clue where she was going. It took her almost an hour up and down the stack. To the both of them, with a surprised look on their faces when Brad said they did excellent for the first time climbing blind.

Wendy regretted later when she blurted out like a smart ass challenging Brad to the task. Brad gave her a blindfold and turned around so she could fit it to his head. She loved the way his hair felt, so soft and thick. An electric current shot its way between her legs and then she spun him around to make sure he didn’t peek! Brad asked her if she was satisfied with the blindfold and when she said yes, he turned a quarter ways around and up and down the stack he went like a monkey up a tree. Not one minute had passed before he was standing on the sand in front of her. She pretended to pout as she took off running back to the house. Brad and Jones went for a run and didn’t return for over an hour. By then it was close to ten am before the high pitch of the alarm and lights went on announcing their arrival.

Billy was waiting for them to come back standing next to the door smoking like a winter chimney. He followed them in talking a mile a minute about signs and numbers.

Brad, Wendy heard from the wooden table by the window where she was talking to Sujin and drinking coffee, tell Billy that after breakfast they would all get together for a talk. Mike had left for his home and told Sujin to call him if they needed him. If not he would stick around his farm for a day or two to catch up on some work.

The phone rang just after they finished with breakfast. Brad took the portable down to the basement while the rest of them, minus Billy who was having his dessert outside talking to Rocky, sat drinking tea and discussing the case. It must have been an important call as it was fully a half hour before he returned with an abnormal scowl on his face. Sujin made him a fresh cup of tea as he sat back down on the floor. He took a couple sips of the tea and remarked how good it was and gave his wife a look of love.

Wendy was jealous she had such a man and longed for a relationship like theirs. She’d chosen a career over a relationship and now was starting to regret it. Snap out of it she said to herself. She was still young and attractive as some of her dates had told her. Oh well, get back to reality girl and concentrate on doing the job she was an expert at.

Brad looked at each one of the team and then said, “We are going to have visitors here by tomorrow morning. Steve will bring the new FBI special agent Nancy for a meeting to discuss the case and our new development concerning the ‘A’ towns. Meanwhile let’s take the day to do our own research and at dark let’s have a sit down to discuss what we think might be important to the case.”

Wendy and agent Jones sat there digesting what he said and wondering what tomorrow would bring.

John Mitchell, a.k.a. Clyde Walker sat in his easy chair with his laptop glancing at the TV news and looking at a map of Washington state of Goggle Earth. Listening to the weather forecast it would continue to snow. A record amount of snow was forecast for the winter and Clyde loved to hear it. He knew few tourists would venture to come to this slowly snow bound town.

Then he heard the newscaster say they had a special press conference about the serial killer known as the “Senior Killer.” His ears perked up and he saw the camera switch to a room where a tall woman was standing looking very serious. He slowly closed the laptop and focused on the screen. The announcer was saying that the press conference was hosted by the special agent in charge of the case of the serial killer.

The camera zoomed in on the woman who began to speak. “My name is special agent Nancy Longstreet. I was appointed by the Director of the FBI to lead the search for the serial killer known by the media name of “The Senior Killer.” I will make a brief statement and then take your questions one at a time. First we know his name and where he worked and where he was raised as a child. We also know what the murder weapon is and we have concrete evidence of where he might strike again. We have over five hundred agents on this case and we will find this animal and put him in custody soon. Now I will take some questions.”

“Yes, the man in front.”

“What is his name and where did he work?”

“His name is John Mitchell and he worked for a film company in Hollywood.”

“The lady in the back,”

“Thank you for this press conference and your first details of the case. I would like to know where he was born and where he was raised; and if you know the location what transpired when you investigated it?”

“He was born in Olympia and lived east of the capital on a farm. He has one brother living who appears mentally retarded and no doubt the killer has serious mental problems. We believe we interviewed the suspect, but his disguise led us to think he was the brother. We have since found a secret room under the kitchen where evidence tells us it was used to lock up the children. That would account for our profilers stating our killer was abused as a child or as even a young adult.”

A shouting question came from the front, “Madam, if you had an interview with the suspect, why is it he is not in custody?”

“Unfortunately, another government agency was conducting the interview and decided to let him go and put a watch on the farm. Subsequently, he escaped and we have no idea where he might be now. But from the cryptogram of random letters we think he will strike again in the future starting with the letter “A” in the phrase: ‘Catch me if you can’.” Now, one last question.”

“Ms. Longstreet, as I understand it, the FBI is working together with another government agency and if that is true, who and what are they. Is it part of Homeland Security?”

“No it is not part of Homeland Security. It is a loosely held group of individuals consulting with the FBI. The head of the group is an ex-military man by the name of Brad Pratt. No more questions and thank you for coming.”

“Jesus H. Christ,” Brad shouted in his room with Sujin. They had been alerted to the press conference by Steve. Steve told them to remain cool and he would see them in the morning. “Can you believe this? She has spilled the beans and now this guy knows who I am. What is God’s name was she thinking about. I will kill the bitch.”

Sujin had never before seen him this angry. He was pacing around the room like a caged animal. Rocky was on the bed with her and he lay with his head in her lap whining. Finally Brad quit ranting and put on his running gear and left the house with Rocky hot on his heels.

The rest of the team had been watching the news conference in another room. Half way through Billy told them that the shit was going to hit the fan and a few minutes later they heard Brad shouting and feet running up the stairs. Everyone was afraid to move or say something. Agent Jones couldn’t believe his ears that this agent in charge gave away evidence that should never be made available to the press. All knew the more the killer found out the harder it would be to catch him. Jones felt that this was a giant setback to their plans and the ability to catch this guy. Wendy later agreed with him and both wondered what was going to happen the next day when this witch came for the meeting. They all found out about two hours later when Brad fresh from a hard run, took a shower and used the phone in the center hub for all to listen while he call Steve in Seattle.

“Steve,” he said quietly into the phone. “If you come anywhere near this house with her I will kill her and feed her to the crabs. Under no uncertain terms bring that person here. I will not be responsible for my actions to protect my property and family and that includes my team,” and he hung up. The team clapped their hands and a thought went through agent Jones’s head: what will happen now he wondered? Well, I’m just along for the ride and the experience and too low on the ladder to be drug into an interdepartmental squabble.

It was close to midnight when the phone rang on Brad’s private line. The story was told about the phone call to the team at breakfast the next morning after their early morning run. Brad told them that Nancy Longstreet had been raked over the coals and would Brad meet them in a neutral location. Brad agreed only if the governor of California, Oregon and Washington were at the meeting along with the Director of the FBI at his father’s house in Palm Springs in two days’ time. “He will call me before noon today with an answer.”

Two days later Brad and Sujin flew to Palm Springs. His mother was excited her daughter in law was coming. She also knew an important meeting was scheduled and that didn’t faze her at all. Just another in a line of important meetings she thought. Talking about grandkids was vastly more important than an ole meeting between bunches of gray haired old men.

Brad was with his father behind closed doors in the study. Sujin and Brad’s mother sat under an umbrella by the pool drinking fresh fruit juice. Brad’s mother, whose name was Gwen, was saying, “I hate to be blunt my dear, but you know we would really like to have a grandchild. We see little of you and forgive my intrusion upon your private affairs.”

Sujin noticed a kindly look in her mother in law’s eyes and took a deep breath and said, “Well you won’t have to wait much longer Mrs. Pratt, I’m pregnant and we just found out last night after taking a pregnancy test.” Tears ran down Gwen’s cheeks and she held her summer dress tight against her neck like someone would steal her next words.

“Oh Sujin, does your mother know yet? I’m just beside myself with happiness and I can’t wait to tell Phillip. He will be so proud. Of course he would want a boy, but I will take what God gives us,” she said with undying gratitude. She felt her life was complete now and so many thoughts ran through her head. She and Phillip had discussed moving to Florida, but now they would postpone and wait until the baby was born. Palm Springs was much closer than Florida and they would want to be near their grandchildren. The girls sat at the pool for a long time talking about babies and what if it was a girl and what if it was a boy.

Meanwhile tension in the air in the study was so thick it was like the tall rough at the U.S. Open golf tournament. You would have to hack your way through the tension entering the room.

In the room sat Brad, Steve and the governor of California. They were waiting for the others to arrive and he meeting was scheduled for one pm. It was now just before noon and the discussion centered on what Brad thought the killer would do next and the question of what to do with special agent Nancy Longstreet. Brad told them the ‘A’ theory about the cities in Washington, but now that the cat was out of the bag, would the Senior Killer change his plans or would he be brazens enough to go through with his plan right in front of the FBI.

Brad’s father cautioned his son on overreacting and to let the powers to be handling the chain of command to decide what to do. Steve agreed and Brad said he would let it develop for the time being. Then a knock on the door announced lunch was served in the dining room.

Gwen couldn’t help but tell her husband the good news at the lunch table. He took the news in stoic stride and the governor shook Brad’s hand and gave him a hug. Brad’s face was red and Sujin had downcast eyes as were her Asian culture traditional custom. Once the excitement slowly diminished lunch was served. After lunch the men sat at the pool and drank coffee or tea waiting for the others to arrive. At one o’clock the two governors of Oregon and California arrived and just after that, the FBI director and Nancy Longstreet made their appearance.

The meeting took place around the large dining room table. Brad’s father took his usual place at the head and the others sat where they wanted. The Director took the other end of the table with Nancy, eyes on fire, sat next to him. Brad was next to his father with Steve across from him. Steve stood up and was about to say something when the doorbell rang. A minute of silence and a knock on the door produced two men in black suits announcing they were secret service and would it be permitted to check the house as the president of the United States waited in his limo. Everyone looked at one another and just the smallest of a grin on Brad’s face was never seen by anyone.

Phillip and the all the rest of them including Nancy stood up and waited for the president to enter the room. He didn’t wait for the secret service to check the house out and strode in with his usual confident self. He shook hands with everyone except the FBI director and Nancy, but he did acknowledge her presence. He wasted no time as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Phillip and asked that all be seated. Phillip drew his chair off to the side a little ways to give the president the head of the table. The president spoke.

“None of you here, save the Director and Steve have any idea the pressure of the serial killer has put me under. My advisors tell me the press conference the other night damaged our investigation and put one of our agencies under the spotlight. I gave you, Mr. Director specific instructions to work with Brad’s team. You were observed to have spent less than three minutes at the breakfast meeting leaving your special agent and Brad to work out what needed to be discussed. I find this intolerable and a gross dereliction of duty forgetting you direct orders from me and your sworn testimony of the office you hold. Now Mr. Director I expect to have your letter of resignation on my desk by today eight o’clock Eastern Time. You are now excused from this meeting and Ms. Longstreet you will remain here as I’m not through just yet.”

The FBI Director’s mouth was hanging open as was Nancy who finally realized what a gross mistake she and the Director had made. She realized there was no way out and she would be on the street by this time tomorrow. The former Director left as a car waited for him at the curb. In the meantime, the president was talking to Brad off in the corner of the room close to his ear. Only a minute passed and one could see Brad’s head nod a yes to whatever the president was saying. They all sat back down and the president continued his speech.

“You all know and I don’t have to tell you how important this is to the citizens of this country. I will tolerate no more mistakes and from this point on the person in charge of this case are Brad Pratt and his team. Nancy,” and her mouth fell open again and she looked through terrified eyes at the president, “you will go with Brad to a place of his choosing and I will give you twenty seconds to decide that he will be your boss and if you cross the line one more time, you will, as I heard that Brad mentions you would be crab food, I will let him carry out that threat with my approval.” At that he waited for her to respond and it wasn’t long in coming.

“I will agree to your terms and do my best for my country.” The president with his beady eyes stared at her to make sure she realized he was giving her a chance to redeem herself and left the room, but not without shaking hands with the others and surprisingly Nancy’s too.

It was then Brad stood up and said, “let me fill you in on our plan and then we will let Nancy fill us all in on current developments, if any.” Brad then told them of the ‘A’ plan, but not the details. He further told them this was only a best guess scenario and it had a forty percent chance of being correct. He went to say, “We have no idea what he will do now that the press conference is over and he has added information from which to either change his plan or maybe he will throw it in our faces.”

For the next thirty minutes discussions were heard around the table and when it came to Nancy, she told them no new developments had occurred in the last few days. At that the meeting was over and the governors departed for their respective agendas. After seeing them out the door, Brad told Nancy to follow him and they went to the side of the pool for some much needed air and refreshments. Brad didn’t realize how tall she was. She was as tall as his six foot plus height. She walked a little awkward due to her height and had a slump to her shoulders from walking slouched over self-conscience of her height when young, he thought.

Sitting down at the pool side he noticed she was visibly shaking. I guess I might be too if the president fired my boss and then gave me only seconds to make a career decision, or most likely be thrown to the wolves for dinner. Let’s see what she is made of, he thought. The maid brought them fresh juice and they sat there quietly for a few minutes as she stared at the juice in her hands. Finally she lifted her head and Brad noticed her eyes still held a contemptible look. It was then he knew she might not make it, but maybe with Wendy’s help and agent Jones she might turn out an asset rather than a liability.

She said, “What will you do with me?”

“I’ll put you to work,” he said as a matter of fact. “You have talent and I want you to do what you do best.”

“It appears I have no choice in the matter,” she said in a low voice almost cracking under the strain.

“Sure you do Nancy, you can quit, but I doubt you are a quitter,” he said with a voice that had compassion in it. “You wanted to see where I lived and now you will get your wish. However, not quite under the same circumstances as you once thought. I’ll give you a week and if you don’t like what we are doing, you are free to return to wherever you came from and no hard feelings.” She nodded her head in agreement and drank her juice wishing it was laced with vodka.

Chapter 10

Nancy went to her hotel and Brad and Sujin stayed until the next morning. Then they flew back home with a downtrodden Nancy. Nancy never said a word all the way to North Bend. Mike met them at the airport and drove them home. No conversation occurred until they turned off the Loop Road onto the rutted side road to the Round House. Nancy sucked in a deep breath and said, “You are going to kill me aren’t you?

Sujin spoke up and said, “Not yet, the week is not up.”

Brad said nothing and thought, let the team greet her and lets see how it goes.

Mike said as they pulled into the gravel parking lot where only a slight breeze was blowing this December seventh, “We have a few new developments when you are ready.”

Sujin said, “Let’s have lunch first, I for one need some spicy food and the baby is crying for some Kimchee.” That broke the tension for the time being as they got out and made for the house. Sandy wagged her tail at Rocky and gave him her best side going around in circles. Of course the macho Rocky stuck his head in the air and walked with tail erect in the door where Earie waited.

Wendy was rubber necking the site and surrounding landscape and now that she was here, after all the wondering what the place looked like, she got her wish, but certainly not under these circumstances. She had no power left and not a lot of dignity for that matter. She wasn’t even sure by the end of the day whether she had a job or not. Maybe after sixteen years she would have to hit the pavement looking for work. The last thing she thought about was her lover at home. They talked every night by phone or by e- mail and now she wasn’t sure if she would be allowed to use a phone or a computer. Her cell and side arm had been asked for and now she felt as naked as a new born.

Inside the house all of the team was present and all eyes were on the culprit who went across the line to the enemy. She noticed a tall black man and wondered how he fit into the team. If looks could… She didn’t finish the thought as Sujin introduced the entire team to her. Nancy was shocked to find out Wendy and agent Jones was FBI. How strange, she thought.

By now with all the added team members a like table was needed and with Earie was an old Korean woman helping in the kitchen. Sujin showed Nancy where to sit and after a struggle with her long legs, finally found a position fairly comfortable. As usual lunch was a simple affair of fish soup and vegetables. Nancy waited and watched how everyone ate and then went to work on the soup and side dishes.

Lunch over Brad asked where Billy was and found out Billy had taken a walk on the beach. It was a little unusual for him to walk on the beach, but Brad guessed he had a problem he was working out in his head. At that moment, the high pitch sound along with the lights went on. Nancy, chopsticks in hand looked around like the Japanese had attacked again like on December 7, 1941.

Billy walked through the turned off door and with a smile that made him look like a little kid, took one look at Nancy and gave her a Korean bow saying hello in Korean. Nancy wondered who the hell this guy was. Dressed like a college student with ragged jeans and a sweatshirt with a hood on it could only be a relative or something like that. It was later when she found out what a diamond in the rough this young man was.

The downstairs was starting to get a little crowded so some of the team had to drag out a chair or two from the computer room. Nancy followed Sujin down the stairs like she was headed for the dungeon back in the Middle Ages. Sandy had replaced Rocky and she sat looking at Nancy. Brad was pacing what little floor space that was left after all had landed around the room. Finally he stopped pacing and facing Billy said, “Well what have you got that can’t wait?”

Billy knew he had the floor now and swaggered a little while said, “Boss that forty percent went to eight plus after a run again through the mainframe. We came up empty in Oregon or California so if he remains on target and hasn’t changed his plans, well… I’m just damn glad it is your decision and not mine.”

“On the contrary, my young friend, if you and your weirdoes are wrong you might find out if crabs like hackers.” That loosened the team up and Brad went on to say, “This is how we will play the game.” He told them a team would go to Aberdeen and set up shop as a new laundry dry cleaners store with a van to match the shops name equipped with all the communications gear needed; next in Anacortes a similar shop and over in Arden a Korean owned mini stop was an idea. He asked for feedback and Mike was the first to offer his words.

“I like it and who what when and how is all we need to know.”

“Well, believe it or not, our new addition to the team, Nancy is going to make a detailed plan and we will look at it in forty eight hours.”

Those words hit Nancy like a ton of bricks. This was the test and would she make the grade. Right this minute she didn’t think so, but after a good nights sleep and after a long walk on a clear cold morning on the beach, might renew her confidence. She woke early and after the walk on the beach with a cold wind blowing she never felt so lonely. After returning, with a legal pad began her plan with a map on the wall to help her out she went to work.

Her plan involved the FBI and as far as she was concerned the team could fit in the plan with the FBI. She worked diligently until noon and had skipped breakfast. She’d asked to you the computer to type the plan out and Billy provided her with a computer and a chair next to him. He left frequently to satisfy his nicotine habit and that gave her an opportunity to e- mails her lover. In a brief mail she told her she had no idea when she would be back home, but to not worry as she was safe and sound, but unable to call at this time.

Of course she knew a computer guy like Billy would be able to find her e-mail, but at this point she didn’t care. Just before noon she took a shower and went upstairs to find not a person around except Sujin’s sister and the old Korean lady. In perfect, accented English Earie told her the team was out on the beach and if she liked she could join them at noon at Devils Kitchen for lunch. Nancy decided some fresh air wouldn’t hurt any and asked her if she had some clothes for beach walking she could borrow. What Nancy didn’t know was that Mike had gone to town and bought her some sweats and beach shoes with a shirt that said, “Bandon by the Sea.” After changing clothes she helped carry the food and drink down to the beach.

Devils Kitchen is an old sea stack with a U shape perpendicular to the sea; a cove if you will; and with the wall to the west protecting the visitors from the relentless wind off the sea, it is a quite a nice place to have a picnic. The day was cool and clear. Only a small northwest wind was blowing. The team had a fire built out of driftwood and were sitting around in a casual looking mood as the bearers of food made their way to the fire.

Brad gave Nancy a smile and welcomed her to the area and told her he hoped her stay here would bring good memories in later times. Nancy was a little shocked and tried to smile for the first time in quite a while. All were sitting on the sand and she found a place made for her by Wendy. Some idle conversation was taking place about Mike’s farm down in Port Orford and Nancy wondered where that was. Sensing her lack of geography, Mike looked at her and said, “Port Orford is down the coast about twenty five miles from here and we have small farm east of the town. The town is mostly on the ocean bluff and if we have time, I would like to show you where we live and the town. It has a famous rock called, ‘Battle Rock’ with some strange stories whether true or false, nobody really knows.” The Korean women were taking out the famous picnic food for Koreans known as Kimbop. The contents are rice rolled up around vegetables and some meat. Then it is cut into half inch slices and dipped in a soy sauce it make a good snack. With it this time a hot spicy Kimchee Chaga soup is guaranteed to warm you up on a cold winter’s day. The soup is made up of Kimchee with lots of onions, garlic and some beef bones in addition to tofu into chunks makes a dandy dish.

By her second spoonful, Nancy was looking for some water to put out the fire. Sujin told her to take a bite of Kimbop and that would cool her mouth off. You need to alternate between the soup and the bop to keep the hot spicy soup from being too hot. Nancy waited and watched Brad eat and quickly got the hang of it.

Brad said after lunch, “Anyone for a walk on the beach?” To a person all agreed on a stroll up the beach.

Brad and Sujin were holding hands and Nancy was walking next to them when she said, “I hear congratulations are in order. I’m happy for you and wish you the best. I was married once and found out I couldn’t have children. No don’t feel sorry for me, I have a significant one with whom I love dearly and we are quite comfortable with our arrangement. I want to take this opportunity,” as she kicked some sand, “to say how sorry I am for what I said at the press conference. I’m just as guilty as my Director, but I intend to make it up to you given a chance.”

“Sujin said, “I don’t think any harm will come from it. We are well protected here and one man would have a difficult time sneaking up on us”

Brad chimed in saying, “I agree with Sujin and you are forgiven. However, we still need your help to catch this guy. You have an excellent record of organizing and implementing a well laid plan. We are counting on you to lend us a hand.” Nancy felt much better and felt some of her shield coming down. Watching Wendy and agent Jones chasing each other and running through the surf, made her feel old and out of touch with reality. Tunnel vision, she thought. She vowed to live again even if was for only a few days on the Oregon coast. In later years she had fond memories of that short time with some really fine people.

On the way back, Wendy and agent Jones were standing by the same rock they had climbed blindfolded. Brad, Sujin and Nancy walked up and saw the grins on their faces. Wendy said, “Watch this,” and agent Jones put a handkerchief around her head covering her eyes. Only this time he spun her around a time or two to disorient her and told her to get climbing. She stopped and listened and slowly turned to the sea stack. Touching the rock, she felt it all over and then satisfied with her sense of touch, climbed the rock and back down like she could see with her eyes. Agent Jones was next and he duplicated the feat and both clapped at their success, along with Brad, Sujin and Nancy who had no idea what was going on. Agent Jones asked her if she would like to try and Nancy laughed and declined telling them she had trouble climbing stairs with two eyes let alone climbing a rock blindfolded.

***

After the newscast Clyde sat there deep in thought. He switched the TV off and opened the laptop again. Goggle Earth came up with the map of Washington State. He stared at the screen looking at the ‘A’ towns and thought about the newscast. Have they located the clue already, he thought. Do I or don’t I follow through or should I change my plan. So much work, he thought went into making a ‘C’ for his next word of ‘Catch. ’ Maybe I will flaunt it in front of them and then I will give them a clue to the next part of my scheme. Well, he said to himself, there is no way they can catch me and come spring, Aberdeen better look out.

Chapter 11

For Nancy the week passed quickly and Brad and team thought she had a good plan for the FBI to support the team’s plan. Brad decided to take a risk and send everyone home for the holidays. It was a gamble, but just to make sure he and Nancy put in place some retired FBI agents in each of the towns and in Arden the retired agent would stay in Colville which is just up the road from the sawmill town of Arden.

Nancy took a flight from North Bend to Portland connecting to Washington D.C. Billy stayed at the house as Brad and Sujin flew to Seoul, South Korea. Brad had his fingers crossed that nothing would happen until after the holidays and maybe not until spring. He felt in his bones John was holed up for the winter somewhere in the Cascade Mountains either in Oregon or Washington.

Brad and Sujin spent a week at her mother’s house and her mother and father were very happy to hear a baby was coming. Sujin also had a chance to meet her client about her photographer and made an appointment for next year sometime. She was vague, but the guy knew what prima donnas artist were like.

After Seoul they flew to Palm Springs to have Christmas with Brad’s parents. It was a time to relax and Brad and his father played a lot of golf with his father’s friends who were thrilled to play golf with the famous Brad Pratt. After the press conference he was a household name spread across the globe and now he was doubly cautious of a hit man looking to fatten his wallet from the bounty on his head. Rocky was flown to Palm Springs ahead of them and was excited to see them. Gwen said he spent most of his time staring at the front door waiting for them. Phillip took him for walks every day and they became attached to one another. His parents were sorry to see them leave after Christmas and Brad promised them a pup from Sandy when she had her litter. Before leaving Brad filled his father in on the details and his father looked pleased as punch when they left.

Back at the house the first thing Brad and Sujin did was take the dogs for a run. It was a rare occasion when both dogs went with them for a run. Billy was put on alert and he watched the hidden cameras faithfully while they were gone. It gave him a chance to smoke while no one was home. He lighted an incense stick to cover the smell of his Marlboro and sat back and enjoyed himself reading a book from the inventory of John.

An hour later they came back and Billy wanted to show something he found in a book he was reading to Brad while Sujin was in the shower. Billy had a book on flowers, but strangely the book was about the Flowers of Washington State. There was one place in the book he showed Brad that was about wild flowers near Mt. Rainier. They got a map out showing towns around the base of the giant volcano. Sujin came out and Brad left to wash the sweat off. Billy looked at the map and saw towns such as Morton, Randle and Mossyrock. Billy thought about how these towns might fit into Senior John’s plan. Two ‘M’s and one ‘R’ made his head ache.

Later having dinner they talked about the flowers and the small towns mentioned in the book as grown in that particular area. Sujin pointed out that whatever grew in that area probably grew in other areas as well. Besides, she told them, ‘M’ and ‘R’ had no place in the message. Billy wasn’t satisfied with that and spent the night on the computer with his friends down south and back east. These computer jockeys no matter the day or time, spent most waking hours trying to outdo the other guy. Billy stayed with it and finally when the sun came up as he smoked outside looking at the cloudy sky with the air much warmer than before, felt a storm coming. And the storm that came was both in the form of a fierce gale force cyclone and the Senior Killer.

Confident in their realm of thinking that he would strike next in an ‘A’ town; he fooled them all by leaving an old lady to not see in the New Year. The call Brad got was from Steve saying a body had been found in Naches, Washington.

After talking to Steve and telling him what he would do, and that sends Nancy on location meeting up with the local authorities and the FBI office in both Seattle and Yakima. His first impression, he told Steve was that this was a diversion and his real sites were still the ‘A’ group of towns. He hung up and called Nancy most likely spoiling her holiday. Never mind, he thought, there was one person in Naches that would never see the light of day again.

***

Senior killer John, he loved the acronym, set his cruise control at fifty five. A cloud of blowing snow was left in his wake as he made his way to the Tri-Cities. It was New Year’s Eve and little traffic were on the freeway headed east. He flashed back on his successful kill. He’d selected his old man disguise with crutches. The trip down from Wenatchee over the pass with lots of snow, but he didn’t mind as he drove carefully in his four wheel drive SUV. Approaching Naches, which is a very small down west of Yakima he’d remembered a restaurant with a convenience store attached on the south side of the highway. He’d also remembered a lot of locals hung out there drinking coffee and shooting the breeze. He felt lucky that he would find somebody unlucky to meet up with him.

Playing the role of an old man on crutches he entered the cafe about noon. Heads turned but rapidly turned back seeing just another old man of no interest to them. Sitting in a booth was an old lady having lunch all by herself. He noticed she was looking at him as he made his way slowly towards her. He had his best grin on his face and twinkle in his eye as he stopped and said, “Madam, I hate to eat alone and would you be as kind as to let me join you on this nice holiday?”

She made continuous eye contact and said, “Surely, please sit down. Us old folks do get lonely and we hate to eat alone, don’t you agree,” she said politely, but in a croaky voice made from too many years of gossip he thought. Well I’ll fix that he said to himself.

“I’d like a nice bowl of hot soup like you’re having,” he said putting his crutches out of the way against the window that looked out onto the gas station. Her purse, like so many old ladies were sitting on top of the table next to the salt and pepper shakers. He quickly made a plan to take something from her purse as he would give her money to pay the bill and hopefully leave her purse for him to take something and then follow her home to return the dropped item. He hoped she lived alone and with her eating alone on a day before a holiday, the chances were good she did live alone.

He told her he was on his way to Randle to visit his son and see his grandkids. She told him her two girls lived in Yakima and they would come get her tomorrow and spend the holiday at one of her girl’s houses. She had a car, but only drove from her house to town and back. She’d lived in Naches for over forty years. Her husband, long gone was a logger and she told him she was thinking of moving into Yakima and live with one of her children. John listened attentively and after a half hour they were old friends that they both had loneliness in common and grand kids to watch grow up. She sat there quietly while he ate his soup and cheese sandwich. The young girl laid the check on the table and he quickly grabbed it from her too slow reach. She argued but not much as he reached for his wallet and took out some money and said, “Would you be so kind as to take this money and pay the bill?”

She said, “Of course. That is the least I can do as it is probably difficult for you with your crutches to make your way around.” She left leaving her purse on the table. John looked around and nobody was looking his way. He snatched it up and found inside a coin purse and stuck it in his pocket. She came back and sat down and told him she would go home now and it was sure nice visiting with him. She picked up her purse and left the restaurant on her way too big coat to ward off the below freezing temperature of the day. She got into an old car not far from him and once she left slowly pulling onto the highway, he moved like a cat to the door and into his SUV and followed her. She wouldn’t notice anyone following her and so he kept fairly close to her as she headed west out of town.

Her turn signal came on and he slowed down and looked into his mirror seeing no one behind him. An old house stood some two hundred yards off the road all by itself. This is too good, he thought and too easy. He felt a stirring between his legs and that totally confused him. Sex was something he never felt the need for. But now as he felt the blood engorge his penis something strange and different sent a message from his twisted brain to his libido. He watched her go into the house stopping on the porch to sweep off the snow from her boots. He waited a few more minutes and then pulled into her driveway. A fine snow was falling and he knew his tracks would be covered by the time anyone discovered her body.

He pulled up next to her car and took his time getting out. Under his driving gloves he had on a pair of latex surgery gloves. His Marlin spike in its usual holster on his pants leg and now he was so good he didn’t need the hammer anymore. He’d learned just where the tip should be placed and then a powerful upward thrust buried the spike in the soft brain.

She opened the door with a quizzical look on her face as he struggled around his car and up to the three steps to the porch. He stopped on the top and stuck out his hand with the coin purse telling her she dropped it at the restaurant. He found it while getting his crutches and the young girl at the restaurant that served them told him where he could find her to return the item. A big smile came across her face and she invited him in for a cup of coffee. He swept off the snow from his shoes and followed her in closing the door behind him. He took off his heavy coat and laid it on a chair in the small living room. The house was typical of an old lady having lived in it for so many years. Pictures hung on every available place be it a wall or a coffee table and on the TV. He wasn’t interested as she invited him to sit at the kitchen table while she made some instant coffee. While the water was coming to a boil, she asked him what his plan was for the coming year.

He said, “I expect to have a very fruitful year and my plan is to make sure a balance is met.” She had no idea what he was talking about as she poured the coffee and brought it to the table. Then she looked him in the eye sitting down and gave off a sigh of relief. He smiled at her and thanked her for the nice hospitality.

She said, again looking him in the eyes, “I know who you are Mr. Senior Killer. We have been warned of you coming for days and weeks now. I suspected from the moment you sat down at the restaurant. I’m a long ways from stupid and having lived over seventy six years can see a fake when it is right in front of me” At that she sipped her coffee and looked at his unchanging face.

“Well, madam, you seem to be living in a fantasy world like me. Now I can make it painless or make you beg for a quick ending to your life.”

“Of course Mr. Killer, I would prefer a quick end to a life of boredom and move on to meet my husband and my parents. What do I have to do to make it a quick ending?”

“Well my dear, I see you are wearing dentures and I would like you to take them out and give me some oral sex. I’ve had no sex for the last forty plus years, but for some reason I need to feel some relief.”

“I didn’t do that even with my husband, but in this day and age I understand oral sex is common. I will do my best if you promise to make it quick.”

“I promise to make it quick as you know I have had a lot of practice this last year and before I’m through, I will be an expert,” he said while standing up and walking without crutches to the living room for a pillow that sat on the old sofa for her knees. He slowly walked back as she stared at him from her chair. He dropped the pillow on the floor and then he took out his Marlin spike and laid it on the table to show her he meant business. She, not without a struggle got to her knees as he dropped his pants revealing his member to her. She’d only seen one other in her life and that was her husband’s penis. This one was long and skinny where as her husband’s was short and fat. Curious she thought as she took him in her toothless mouth.

For John it felt wonderful and he picked up his spike in his right hand and while she was pumping away, he held her head with his left hand. Lucky for her it didn’t take long and as he was about to ejaculate, he pushed her head to his member and she gagged as he thrust the spike into her brain. The jaw did a clamp on his member as he let loose with his sperm into her throat and mouth. He held her head while his member turned soft and slowly let her sink to the floor. He took the napkins on the table and wiped clean his member. Then he took a kitchen towel and wiped his spike and returned it to its rightful place. He picked up his driving gloves and left the house.

By now he was half way to the Tri-Cities where he thought he would treat himself to a night at the Red Lion motel and then drive on up to Spokane where he would get his SUV repainted and new tires put on. After that he would make a full circle up to Arden and then on around through Omak, then back to his snug little room in Wenatchee.

At the Round House with all the team back after the first of the year, all were looking drawn and frustrated at the news of another murder. Brad was filling them on what Nancy had reported after she had viewed the scene and followed up with an autopsy report from the pathologist and Chief Medical Examiner. The new twist was the sexual aspect void of the other killings. But the examiner verified the same type of wound and the same results from the other killings. Why then did John have sex when it was totally absent in all the other murders? Did this have something to do with the trying to throw the investigators off the trail? Why Naches, but the answer was fairly clear that Naches was a link from Yelm to the east side via Morton and Randle. The flower book reared its head with the mention of the book by Billy.

Wendy spoke and told the team that it wasn’t unusual for a serial killer to have sex with their victims. However, in this case it was a little unusual to change in the middle of what had been a pattern before. “We’re dealing with a twisted mind and there is no way we can predict his behavior in the future. I think he will hold fast to the ‘A’ plan as that is firmly entrenched in his sick mind. From what Nancy reported that the autopsy revealed no struggle on the victim’s part, but it looked like she took part in the action. Why? Maybe he promised a quick death if she agreed to the act. Now two things can happen, one he liked it or two he feels sickened by the sex act. If he likes it, then we can assume more females than males would be his targets.”

Brad thanked her for her report and then said, “Let’s put our plan together for the ‘A’ towns and hope our fishing expedition proves fruitful. First Mike and his most significant one will take on Aberdeen and Wendy and agent Jones Anacortes. Nancy has found two Koreans who will assume the ownership of a convenience store in Arden. The FBI will place in Arden and the other laundry stores high quality cameras for 24/7 coverage. Cameras will be placed in the cash registers at eye level. Nothing is left to chance. And if you can suggest something, make it so. Now let’s take a run on the beach and at first light we will leave for Seattle.”

After an invigorating run in the stormy weather the team sat around the floor table smacking their lips on some homemade noodles and baked fish. The table turned quiet and Brad thanked Mike’s girlfriend Julie Umber for taking on a difficult assignment. Julie was forty, short and wiry with a weathered look of wholesome living. Her hands gave off a look of manual labor and her short hair made her look boyish. She told agent Jones and Wendy she met Mike in San Diego while he was still in the Navy. She was working in an all night restaurant where he and his friends would come in late at night for coffee and something to eat. The rest is history and we now have two kids and a nice farm. “Why aren’t we married?” She said, “Well, we never got around to it. Why spoil a good thing is what we both think at this time in our lives. Maybe someday.” And she let that last statement fades away.

Billy looked forward to using the FBI’s forty eight foot communications trailer that he’d heard about from their trip to Olympia before. Seattle was central to either Aberdeen or Anacortes. Pretty much a toss ups either direction; besides a helicopter was on the FBI office roof of 1110 Third Avenue, Seattle just for the teams use.

Brad knew it would be a long wait and they rented a town house that accepted dogs after a hefty damage deposit. Rocky was with them as Sandy stayed home waiting to have her litter of pups.

Nancy met them in Boeing field and drove them to the Seattle office. They were sitting in a conference room after being thoroughly checked by security especially after they found all of the team, except Julie packing hand guns. Brad appreciated the tight security and told Nancy so while everyone got settled into the conference room. Steve was there and after the two hour meeting took the red eye back to Washington after having dinner with the team.

During the meeting details of the laundry in Aberdeen and Anacortes were hashed over. Housing was difficult to find so it was decided Mike and Julie would rent a motor home and park in an RV site. That way coming and going would not be so noticeable with nosy neighbors. In Anacortes an apartment complex with two single bedrooms was founded for Wendy and agent Jones. Brad and Sujin were to fly to Spokane and meet the Korean couple who would man the Stop and Go in Arden. After a week of setting up a communication system and the installation of cameras along with intensive training, found Brad and Sujin back in Seattle. Three weeks after that, all was in place and now it was mid-January. There was nothing to do now but wait for his next move which was expected in Aberdeen. The retired FBI agents in place reported no suspicious looking men or women that weren’t already know amongst the longtime members of the senior center or the local clubs, like Lions, Moose, and other organizations.

Meanwhile work went on day by day and down in Oregon agents of the FBI went from town to town, city to city posting alerts to the Senior Killer. In addition, agents made lunch speeches to seniors at their meeting and lunches. The same program went on in California and never in history had one serial killer had so many law enforcement agencies and agents in the field looking for him.

Towards the end of January a letter arrived at the Seattle Times newspaper office. Of course it was opened and read, handled and photo copied before the FBI had a chance to look at it. A front page article with a quarter page copy of his letter hit the Sunday edition. At least the Seattle office of the FBI had a chance to read it before it came out early Sunday morning, but any trace elements or such things had long since been gone by the time the lab got a hold of it for analysis.

The plain brown manila envelope had a smiley sticker where a return address was usually written and the address of the Seattle Times was written in block letters with a permanent marker. Inside was a one page plain paper written on a word processor and printed by a common laser printer. The content of the letter was plain and simple giving very little information of his state of mind. It said:

Dear newspaper,

I’m writing to tell you how happy I am after my nice visit with the lady from Naches. Before her death, I think she felt some excitement in her last moment on earth.

My goal of ridding the old people who are just taking up space is proceeding according to plan. [You Mr. Brad Pratt of the ‘Batt Team’ we will meet soon] and as you can count, I’m not even half way there yet.

Spring is coming and new flowers will bloom and the old will give way to the new.

This is not my last mail to you. If you are thinking you can find out where I am by the postmark, think again. I’M NOT STUPID!

Going to sign off now and watch the news on TV. Hope you have a nice day Mr. Brad.

Abe Lincoln had his ways and I have mine. Bring your raincoat my smart guy.

Senior Killer…

Brad and team on a Sunday were in Seattle at the office discussing the letter. Billy said it was too simple that the start of each paragraph sent a message: MY GOAL THIS SPRING GOING TO ABERDEEN. The team agreed and now they knew where and when and they also knew the how and why, but they didn’t know who. Billy and his friends and the FBI could find no other clues except the flowers mentioned and somehow Billy felt that was important to remember. And as it turned out he was right on the button.

Chapter 12

Spring begins around the latter part of March. Most people think it begins on the first of March as the weather turns warmer and the first growth of spring pokes its head out of the earth reaching for the sun. The dreary days of winter are over for the most part. Spring cleaning takes place; the lawn mowers are tuned up; leaves are raked; cars washed on the weekend; and people take on a new attitude of hope and energy for the coming months ahead. However, in Aberdeen such was not the case. The atmosphere was tense and nobody went anywhere without someone going with them. At night the streets were rolled up and mostly deserted with the exception of delivery trucks and government vehicles.

On March sixteenth Senior Killer John made his move. He was cleverly disguised as a fifty something government agent from Seattle, took his Marlin spike to an old lady’s house on the boarder of the city limits with Hoquiam. Some neighbors reported seeing the woman going house to house warning the occupants to be on the look out for the serial killer. Still others said they saw her only go in the old ladies house and back out in five minutes. Regardless, he came, he did and he left unseen leaving the team holding the bag. Brad was so upset he disappeared for two hours before returning calm and effective once more.

How could this happen, was the question held in a meeting in Seattle the next day. So simple, Brad thought. A government looking car with stolen plates; and a person with fake ID made the bureau look like fools. The killing was history and the media came down on the bureau with such a heavy weight that it would take a crane to lift the burden slammed on by the press. Brad knew Steve would be talking a tongue lashing from Washington. How is it possible to cover all the bases, he thought. He’s giving us time and place. We know what segment of society he is murdering. So simple, but yet so clever; now we must determine what he will be his disguise in Anacortes.

Brad surprised all of them when he told them that he and Sujin would return to home for a few days while he took the time to think about the case. Julie and Mike went with them. Billy stayed in Seattle along with Nancy. Billy took a trip up to Anacortes to visit Wendy and agent Jones on location to see what the town looked like. For two days he walked the streets of Anacortes and spent some time on the docks watching the boats while looking at his laptop. The flowers were on his mind and by god, he thought, the key to Anacortes is flowers. Billy went to every flower shop in town and cruised in his rental car visiting residential places looking for activities where flower lovers were preparing their spring beds.

Down on the coast of Oregon Brad spent a lot of time running and walking the beach with his dogs. Sujin was having some morning sickness these days so she stayed at home. Mike ran with Brad. They were more than friends and between the two of them brothers were more like it. Spring weather on the beach is usually windy, but days of sunshine broke through the showers. In March, nobody knows why, a period of calm descends on the coast and the temps reach mid-seventies and the weather bring out the locals in droves to enjoy the beach. Rollers instead of breakers gracefully spill upon the beach in a quiet way. It was a quiet day when Brad and Mike along with the rare appearance on the beach of Sujin, found them next to a dune leaning on an old log playing in the sand with Sandy. Brad was stretched out soaking up the rare sun on his belly while Sujin laid her head on his back laying in the sand. Mike was sitting Indian style playing with a stick making pictures in the sand. Sandy tried to get Mike to play tug a war, but he was deep in thought about the case. He said, “Brad, have you got anything we can work with. I for one am so pissed I can’t see straight. Give me some terrorists and an M-16 and look out. Give me a serial killer who is nuts… But at least we know where he is going. Not that we can seem to do anything about it and I for one would like to play the role of a senior and maybe he would chose me as a victim.”

“Not a bad thought,” said Brad “How about we expand on that idea. What if you were seen around town, at the senior center or some such place? You have just arrived from California and lonely as hell. You’re begging for company and invite people over to your small house that is off the beaten track. You have a flower garden as Billy says this guy has flowers on the brain. Your disguise could be made simple just enough to make you look old and slow. Damn, what do you guys think?”

Sujin had since raised herself to a sitting position and said, “I like it and what about you Mike?”

“It can’t hurt to try,” he said with a lot less confidence than before. “Hell, let’s do it,” he said with renewed enthusiasm. I need a beard, more wrinkles, eye glasses, and hair in my ears, a stoop when I walk, and a professional make-up artist to train me”

Brad said, playing with Sandy rolling around in the hot sand with her, “When are you leaving?” So it was decided Mike would leave soonest and a professional make-up artist would meet him in Seattle. He would spend a week or less in training and then up to Anacortes.

Brad made the necessary phone calls and had the plan set up by the next day. A house would be located even if they had to move someone out. When Billy heard the plan he was ecstatic. Wendy and agent Jones went about their business with the dry cleaners and laundry. By now they were getting a feel for the town as more and more customers came by to have their clothes cleaned by the nice people who ran the place. Agent Jones drove the van for delivery and soon had a lay of the land. Nancy came and met with the mayor and the mayor provided her with a list of old people in town who frequented the different organizations that catered to old folks. A list of homebound seniors was visited by the FBI and told under no circumstances let anyone in their house they didn’t know. To prevent a repeat of Aberdeen, two agents instead of one would always be together so if an individual posing as an agent would be a dead give away. Nobody thought he would pull the same MO again, but no chances were taken this time around.

Brad thought it only time before another letter came from the brazen John. And sure enough as April neared a letter was delivered to both the Seattle Times and an identical one to the FBI office. Like before a smiley appeared on the top left hand side and a shocker occurred when they saw it was postmarked Anacortes. The contents are as follows:

Dearest Brad and the witless Batt team,

How did I do in Aberdeen? Not bad huh? Catch me if you can.

The half circle is closing. I didn’t much like the sex part. So don’t put that in the equation.

Brad, I think we shall meet again soon as April showers bring May flowers.

GOD I LOVE MY JOB!

Sincerely, and I mean it,

Senior Killer: John.

PS: oh by the way I hear you and your lovely Korean wife are expecting.

When Brad received a copy he was livid. How the hell did he find out Sujin was pregnant? This man knows too much and it is time to increase security around the house. No telling what this madman might try and do. And the gall to mail the letters from Anacortes really upset Brad and the entire team. Brad called Steve and Steve told him he was flying out for a meeting with him. To Brad he sounded all in and was probably taking too much heat back in Washington. In addition, Brad’s father had called three times in one day. He knew he must return the call, but right now he didn’t feel up to the conversation and questions he knew were forthcoming.

That night he and Sujin discussed the future with her being pregnant. Brad wanted her to stay home and she wanted no part of staying out of the game. She eventually won him over with her womanly charm, not to mention any special attention. The next day about noon Steve showed up looking like he had been drug through the proverbial knot hole.

Steve couldn’t sit on the floor because he told them he might not be able to get back up. Sujin fixed him a ham and cheese sandwich and a cup of soup he could drink out of a coffee mug while he sat on the driftwood sofa. Very little conversation took place and after Steve finished his lunch he fell asleep for two hours waking up with a blanket over him stretched out on the sofa. He had no recollection after the lunch and seemed a little embarrassed. But then he realized he was among friends and it was just their way of saying he needed to rest.

Brad did most of the talking and Steve listened carefully to the details. He never mentioned Washington DC. There was no need to. All guessed what flak he took from his boss and up the ladder to where the buck stops here place. While they were talking Nancy called and had some bad news. It seemed that Anacortes had a May flower festival beginning the week of May twenty second and running for five days. It seemed Skagit County was a Tulip growing area and thousands of tourists, mostly from the Seattle area converged on the area to see the fields of color in April. Anacortes being a tourist town where people caught the ferry to the San Juan Islands had a special attraction with the Waterfront Festival along with a local flower festival. Brad hung up and repeated the conversation with Steve.

“What the hell else can go wrong,” he said with a voice that sounded like he just rode a camel across a dry desert. He shook his head and continued, “This guy is so far ahead of us it isn’t funny. We are like a dog chasing its tail. Somehow we must out think this guy. I fear we are about to lose another senior. I know you and your team will give it your all in Anacortes, but a more isolated area like Arden maybe is where we can catch him”

Brad said encouragingly, but with less conviction than he truly believed, “We have a good plan and even if a lot of tourists come, his MO is always in the victim’s house. That fact gives us an even chance to catch the guy. If he does strike and we get a line on him, I fear he will be lost in the throngs of tourists. I believe he is there now and I’m going to put on a disguise of my own and hang around town for awhile. Sujin will stay here until the date of the festival and then meet me in Anacortes.

“Brad we have covered a lot of ground together, but this case is our most difficult to date. As we all know, some serial killers are never caught or if caught it is by a fluke like the Unabomber.”

A very sobering statement and not without the agreement, however as they say, tomorrow is another day, Brad thought. “Well, Steve, we have been under the gun before and we will put this guy to rest one way or another. If I get the chance, I’ll put this guy down and out. I’m not interested in some shrink digging at his infected rotten brain. I’m paid to stop this guy and my team will do what we’re here for.”

Having said that, Brad went down to the computer room to download Goggle Earth and look at Anacortes. His earlier look had been from Billy and said a perfect little house resided at the end of 32 ^ nd St. It was a straight shot to downtown to highway 20 which ran around the outside perimeter of Anacortes and then proceeded west bound to the airport and Ferries to some other islands of the San Juan area, including a ferry that went to Sidney/Vancouver, BC. After looking at the map Brad decided to make sure a helicopter was sitting at the airport ready to go along with his NASA jet. Just in case this guy made a run for it aboard a ferry he wanted to be able to cover all bases. Especially if the roads were gridlocked from tourists. Next he wanted some bike riders who were expert street riders. He thought maybe three at the airport and three at the harbor; and one for himself. He’d cut his teeth riding dirt bikes and street bikes.

They left with no dog this time. No doubt John remembered Rocky at his pig farm and when they left the next morning, Rocky had fit his master was leaving without him. Both he and Sandy sat there watching the car leave like a mother dropping off her kids at the day care center.

About four hours later they landed at the Anacortes airport. Nancy had flown up in the helicopter and they went downtown for lunch with the rest of the team. Billy was jumping up and down like a little kid; except for the cigarette hanging out of his mouth he could have been seen as a retard he was so happy!

Later at a restaurant near the airport Brad laid out his plan and told Nancy what he would like from the FBI. Specifically a helicopter, six expert motorcycle law enforcement agents and not necessarily from the FBI, five agents at least at the ferry terminal and when a ferry left two agents riding the ferry on festival days; and the sheriff’s department with the state police blocking off all outlets out of the town. No one leaves without proving who they are with ID to match. All side roads set up with road blocks after eight am. He went on to tell them he wanted the town locked down top to bottom side to side and a communication system linking everyone to the day’s activities.

All were either taking notes or listening with their full attention. This was their chance to nab the guy and if he got away this time after murdering someone, there would be hell to pay somewhere up and down the line. Steve felt more comfortable hearing the plan. He left to go outside a make a call to Washington DC.

After lunch all dispersed to their respective jobs and Brad went to a motel to check out his simple disguise. Billy stayed at the same motel and he and Brad talked the rest of the afternoon about how John might ply his trade on a senior. “Giving away free flowers is one way,” Billy said. “Hell, let’s be real here. We have no idea what he will do and our best bet is Mike. However, the professional John is with makeup and disguise, will he see through Mike?”

“I’m afraid so Billy. One thing that bothers me is if he feels the heat is too much, will he give up and hit somewhere else while we sit here with the town surrounded. And what if he hits Arden first?”

“No, I think he will try and show us he is smarter than we are,” said Billy. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he comes up to you around town and starts a conversation to prove he can fool you,” he added quickly.

“I think we must be on full alert and ready to move at the slightest hint of his movements. A lot is riding on this manhunt and somehow we got to stop him before a lot of copy cats jump on the band wagon. The press is calling for our heads and if this one slips by us, we can probably kiss our jobs goodbye,” he said with the truth written all over it. Brad never believed for a minute this guy held the upper hand.

***

A week before the festival John sat comfortably in his room in Wenatchee. He was in solid with the locals. Tomorrow he would go to Seattle and pick up his new ID from a safety deposit box. Years before he had a guy in LA make him ten ID’s all with the how to for picture application. After picking up his new ID he bought a used Harley Super Glide and went to the state office for registration and paid the fee happily. Tucked inside his new leathers a bona fide address on the registration and driver’s license showed him as one Terry Adams of Everett Washington.

The weather was cooperating for late May and he felt that it would continue until his mission was completed. He’d called and made a reservation some time ago to the San Juan Motel on 6 ^ th St. All was in place as he motored up I-5 feeling as giddy as a kid skipping school. His disguise was an older guy about late fifties with medium gray black hair a mustache of salt and pepper with dark brown eyes and heavy black rimmed glasses. Striking white teeth behind a big smile made him look friendly and kind. He’s read up on bikes and flowers; in addition to the area.

He was riding now in the far right hand lane at truck speed, with a license endorsed for motorcycle riding, he turned grim thinking he had to do his best to outsmart the famous Brad Pratt and his team. If he pulled this off under their noses again like last time in Aberdeen, he would sit back and savor the kill and write a few more letters.

Brad was walking along the waterfront next to the marina going over every detail of his plan. Agent Jones was with him and when they found a place to sit and watch the boats, agent Jones said, “I think we need to check all the motels for reservations and knock on each door to check ID’s. What do you think Brad?”

“I was thinking that myself and would you call Nancy and have her take care of that project? Also, make sure the owners and desk people check their driver’s license or passport with each guest and how long they intend to stay.”

That night on the eve of the 22 ^ nd the team met for dinner in Sedro Woolley. Brad didn’t want to take a chance on being seen. Now they were in a small conference room with an agent outside to make sure no one was eavesdropping going over every detail of the next day’s action. Nancy spent a full thirty minute about how she had dispersed her agents. She told them that the ferries were manned; motels, RV parks and campgrounds along with bed and breakfast places had been contacted. The harbor was patrolled by the Coast Guard; the helicopter was fueled and waiting; the roads would be blocked at all points out of town and side roads by eight am; the bike riders would be in place by daylight tomorrow morning. In addition agents by the dozen were walking around and to a person all had a communication device to link up with Billy’s new found pride and joy the eighteen wheeler van full of toys for his pleasure. After she gave her report Brad asked Mike what or if he had anything to report by his end with the house and meeting anyone during his time playing a senior role. He’d didn't talk to him since he left Bandon and Mike reported meeting many new friends, but nobody asked to come to his house.

He said, “Guess we lost this one and now I’m at a loss as what to do”

“Keep it up until the last minute or until something kicks loose,” Brad said. “Now can anybody think of anything at all we might have overlooked or any suggestions to add to our plan?”

“My gut feeling is he will strike tomorrow night after he tours the festival and lures someone to their home or to his place of lodging,” Wendy added to the last of the meeting as everyone started to get up and leave.

“Ok, Wendy, you think he is staying in a motel or RV park?”

“Yes, I do. I think he will entice a senior to his place and god knows where he will go after that.”

Brad thought for a few minutes and said, “Nancy double check the hotel guests and check again their ID’s. Don’t intimidate the guests, but if the agent doesn’t feel right about anyone, have he or she reports immediately to a superior.” Nancy made a note and nodded to Brad.

“Anything else people?” He asked. He waited and said the meeting was over and told them, “Let’s go to our respective places and hope tomorrow we have John in custody.”

Chapter 13

A knock on John’s door at nine pm on the eve of the 22 ^ nd of May at the San Juan Motel produced a young FBI agent apologizing for the intrusion, but she needed a word with him please. John with a big smile invited her in and asked what she wanted. She told him the FBI was checking Id’s as they felt the serial killer might be in the area. John said, “Glad to help. Someone needs to stop the crazy bastard, excuse my language…” as he dug out his driver’s license and new registration for his bike. Agent Jenny Agate later described him as totally believable and his license and registration was both in good order.

Brad tossed and turned and wished he had one of his dogs with him. He’d called home and all were fine there and Sujin told him she wanted to come to Anacortes to be with him. He’d said he was in no condition for company and to please forgive him. He promised to call as soon as something happened and hung up.

The same could be said about the rest of the team. Sleep was not in the cards and everyone was strung as tight as a tennis racket. Billy was still pounding the keys working with his friends around the country. He’s agreed with Wendy that the dude was probably holed up in a motel and would seek out a victim, lure that person to his motel room and off the old person. Then he would silently leave town. But how would he leave town? That is what Billy was working on with his friends. They mailed back and forth and all agreed with the roads blocked he would escape, if not caught, by ferry. Billy then checked the Washington State Ferry schedule for departures after say five pm. He discovered a ferry on an overnight ride to Sidney/Victoria BC.

He called agent Jones who picked up the phone on the first ring. Billy told him about his theory and Jones said, “Let’s you and I be there at the ferry terminal an hour before it is scheduled to leave. I’ll get a passenger list tomorrow and you get a list of the motel, RV and campground sites. Oh, and don’t forget the bed and breakfast places. I’ll inform Wendy and you tell Brad what we are doing and see if he agrees to our plan.”

After hanging up, Billy looked at his screen and saw the time was one am. He knew Brad was probably not sleeping and rang his room. Like agent Jones he picked up on the first ring and listened to what Billy had to say. He thought it a good idea and told him to stay in touch when in position. Also he would tell Nancy what the plan was to alert the other agents already in position. He hung up without another word and Billy could feel the stress flowing through the line. Billy lighted his forty something cigarette of the day and sat back blowing smoke rings in deep thought about what this dude’s disguise was for tomorrow’s gig.

Terry Adams woke as the daylight fought its way through the motel drapes. He stretched his arms and thought to himself what a good night sleep he had. He bounced out of bed and made for the shower. After a hot shower he dressed in his blue jeans, slip on penny loafers and a checkered long sleeve shirt with two pockets. He made sure his makeup and all that made him Terry Adams was in order before he left for breakfast. He motored downtown and parked the bike outside the local Denny’s restaurant. He parked the Harley next to the door as that is what would attract his victim, he hoped. He would hang around all day until his mark came by to talk bikes and then he would tell him that he had some pictures back in his room showing some old bikes that he restored. Of course the word was out about the serial killer and he would show the guy his license and all about where he lived not far from the 747 Boeing plant in Everett. If that didn’t work he would pull his little 22 hand gun and walk the guy behind the restaurant and do him there. As it turned out the unsuspecting old time Harley rider played his game.

Brad walked the streets along with he didn’t know how many other agents mixing in with the ever increasing people flocking to the festival. Mostly young people he noticed and not so many old people. Maybe the old folks decided to let this one go by as they were no doubt afraid of the killer still at large. About nine am Brad approached Denny’s and went in for a cup of tea and some breakfast He wasn’t hungry but realized he needed some fuel to face the long day ahead. He noticed the sleek Harley sitting near the front door as he walked in. Nancy was sitting by herself looking at some files drinking coffee. He walked up and asked if he could join her. She smiled up at him and told him she would love some company. Unknown to both of them sitting in the next booth was John the Senior Killer. He was just another middle aged man reading the paper drinking coffee.

Brad and Nancy talked about this and that and nothing really important. She told him all was in place and now it was the waiting that was the hardest. Brad was still disguised in his looks, but John when he saw him knew right away who it was. It was half way through Brad’s omelet when John got up to leave. He dropped his newspaper next to their booth and Brad reached down and picked it up, handed to him as the man said, “Sorry, but forgive me,” as he looked at his files on the table, “but I couldn’t but overhear your conversation about the serial killer. Are you law enforcement agents?”

“Yes we are and be careful out there today.”

“I will and hope you catch the guy soon. My parents are over eighty and they refuse to leave their house. I have to go shopping for them and do all their errands like the doctor and pharmacy. Things like that.” Brad was focusing intently on this guy, but nothing about him raised any special attention. He looked at his hands and they didn’t look like the hands he remembered from the pig farm. The guy moved off and they returned to their breakfast. John hopped onto this bike and went for a ride around town to show them he wasn’t loitering.

Mike wandered around town for hours waiting for someone to invite him for a killing. He bought some things for the kids and Julie. Anacortes was a town of culture. Art and artists were everywhere. A town bent upon culture and tourist dollars made the place attractive.

Wendy, agent Jones and Billy did the same as Mike. After a couple of hours of wandering around they hit the motels and bed and breakfast for a double check of guests coming or going. Check out time was usually by eleven or so and that is when they started from one end of town to the other. By four o’clock they had a complete list of guests. They sat in the ferry terminal going over the lists. First they checked off couples and anyone under the age of fifty. That left about a hundred of guests who were either checking in or staying for the next night and or until the weekend was over. Nothing they noticed was out of the ordinary or suspicious. Billy told them the Canadian ferry was due to leave at five thirty. Cars were driving onto the ferry as they looked out the window. A special roped off area let walk on passenger load while cars and an occasional truck drove onto the ferry. Billy had purchased three tickets for them in case they were needed. None of them wanted to use their ID to make the ferry staff nervous.

At around noon Terry Adams rode his bike back to Denny’s restaurant. He had a bite to eat and watched as people flocked in for lunch. The place was filling up and he looked for a likely mark. He could see his bike out front and when someone looked at it, he eyed them carefully. About the time he finished his sandwich he noticed a gray haired man stop and carefully look his bike over. Ah, he thought my man was here at last. He had a second cup of coffee and then left to hang around wiping his bike off waiting to see if the guy would stop and talk.

As he figured, the guy came out and told him what a fine scooter he had. The conversation went as John planned and they made an appointment for 4:30 that afternoon to look at John’s photo album at the San Juan Motel.

Brad met Nancy again at Denny’s for lunch and to see how it was going. She told him all was well and in place. Something was digging at the Brad brain. Walking since the parking lot where he had parked his car he saw the tail end of the meeting between the Harley rider and a tall gray haired man. The bike rider took off to the east and the other man walked back the opposite way. Nancy was asking him a question and finally he came back to the present and said, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking you how Sujin was doing.”

“She has a little morning sickness, but other than that, she is not happy not being here when, or if something comes down. Nancy do you have the list of motels and RV parks with you?”

“No, I left them in the trailer van. Is there something I should know about or help you with,” she asked with a very concerned look on her face. She knew if there was something on his mind it was important.

“Yes, I want to know if there is a guest or an RV that drives or rides a large Harley motorcycle. The license on the bike should be different than a car’s license.”

“I’ll check on that for you after lunch when I get back to the trailer,” she said.

Brad nodded and ate his vegetable soup and a stack of whole wheat toast. They left to go their separate ways and when Nancy got back to the trailer with full intentions of doing what Brad asked for when a problem arose with a road block outside of town. She looked at her watch and it was just after two pm. By the time she took care of a farmer who complained about the road being blocked and some other fires to put out it was close to four when she finally got back to locating the list of guests and in particular one with a registration license number for a motorcycle.

Brad meanwhile had an earpiece stuck in his ear waiting for Nancy’s call about the biker. Nothing else was going on and all was quiet on the airwaves too. Mike sat in the harbor watching the boats coming in and out and the crowds of people having a good time at a festival when his phone rang. He looked at his watch and it was just after four thirty.

At the east end of town, at just exactly four thirty Terry heard a knock on his motel door. He’d changed clothes to a tear off disguise in case he had to make a run for it. In a small ice chest he had a few cans of coke, beer and a bottle of vodka with some orange juice for his guest. In his pocket he had some knock out pill he planned to use of the unsuspecting bike lover.

However, when Terry opened the door there were two of them standing there and the gray hair older man said hello and introduced his son as a bike lover too. Terry took it in stride and asked them both in and sit down and have some refreshments. Terry quickly found another glass and made ready his knock out pills as both asked for a beer as it was a warm day even for the usual cool Anacortes location next to Puget Sound. Terry poured them a glass full and watched the foam rise from the pills. Next he took the glasses over and sat them on the small round table that had two photo albums of someone that resembled him but many years younger. Both the guys took a long swallow of beer and Terry smiled. In only a few minutes, he thought, they will be out cold for a while and the old one will never see the light of day or another bike in this lifetime, he thought.

Brad listened to Nancy tell him that she found two motels where someone had used a bike license plate for registration. One place had four bikes registered and the other motel, San Juan Motel on 6 ^ th St. Had only one guest registered with a bike. His name was Terry Adams from Everett and his ID and bike registration was checked twice by agents and apparently he checked out ok.

By now Brad was on full alert and told him to have some agents check out the four guys at the one motel and he was going to the San Juan Motel and to have some back-up meet him there. He looked at his watch and it was ten to five. On the way there after running for his car, he called Wendy and agent Jones inform them of his whereabouts and to be on the alert for anything suspicious in the ferry terminal.

Back at the motel Terry watched as the young man fell to the rug and when the old guy started to feel woozy, he held onto him and placed his spike next to the where the spine entered the head and shoved it in feeling it is going past the spinal column up into the brain making a sight sound of metal to the bone and then less force as it made its way into the soft brain. John the serial killer had struck once more as he took a few seconds to relish his satisfaction on a job well done. Then, he quickly left the motel once again leaving all the evidence behind. He’d taken a bouquet of tulips and put them in the dead man’s hands. He smiled at the thought of flowers on his dead victim as he headed to the ferry terminal on his bike. He drove the speed limit and looked at his watch. It was five fifteen and plenty of time to catch the ferry to Canada. He had his ticket and reservation number of a few weeks ago when he booked passage with a small cabin for privacy.

Racing into the parking lot of the San Juan Motel he hit the office at a run asking what room a Terry Adams was in. The flustered desk clerk looked at her book and told him it was room 121 at the end of the first floor. He asked for a passkey showing the clerk his federal ID and took the key lives on the run. There was no bike in sight as he fitted the key into the motel door and with guns drawn went in low and rolling to the left of the door seeing no movement anywhere. Lying on the floor were two men with one on his back by the small table with flowers in his hand and the other sprawled on the floor in a fetal position. Brad jumped up and checked the bathroom and found it empty as the backup team arrived. He pulled out his phone and called his team at the ferry terminal to alert them. The other two agents called into Nancy to put out an alert for all to be on the lookout for a bike rider on a Harley Davison. Agent Jones saw the bike rider cross onto the ferry. Due to it being a bike it was parked next to the railing at the other end of the ferry so off-loading could take place without accident. John moved slowly but efficiently and hurried upstairs to the porter who looked at his reservation and showed him his cabin. On the way up the stairs, making sure no one saw him; he ripped his cover disguise to match his new ID. His new look was of a middle aged balding man with a hearing aid glasses and clothes to match an old man. Stage players and movie actors, in addition to magicians used the relatively new disguise to quickly change clothes. John had stuffed his old disguise in a bag and when safely tucked into his cabin, he opened the porthole window and tossed the Marlin Spike into the Puget Sound along with his old disguise. The weight of the spike would sink the clothes in a matter of seconds. Only a fluke of someone seeing or hearing a splash would draw attention, but as the sump pumps spilled out bilge water, a small risk indeed. Standing in front of a small mirror he checked his appearance and made sure all was in place. He had no intention of venturing out of his cabin until someone knocked on his door to check his credentials. From out of his bag he took another wallet and a fanny pack. In the fanny pack he had a bona fide American passport complete with picture and a driver’s license that was current showing a Mr. Alex Windslow from Seattle who had left his car in the parking lot and walked on board. He was to go to Victoria Islands to see the flowers.

Back at the ferry slip agents Jones and Wendy along with Billy ran to the ferry. Billy lagged behind due to a shortness of breath from too many years of lungs full of brown nicotine. The two other FBI agents, each receiving a call and the news of a Harley bike rider ran to the front of the ferry and one stood guard while the other one ran upstairs to see a member of the staff who had seen someone matching the latest description of the fugitive.

Back at the ferry slip Brad showed the men manning the slip his I.D. and to cast off and let no one in or off. They had been briefed beforehand and one cool man spoke into his handheld radio to the captain to depart immediately on orders from the FBI. The ferry slowly pulled away from the ferry slip and made its way to Canada.

Brad’s heart was pounding and felt they had John trapped on board the ferry. He realized that a new disguise was being used, but somehow they must get some fingerprints from each passenger who even came close to fitting the elusive John the Senior Killer. But first he must go topside and calm the passengers before panic set in with the other agents probably frantically looking for John. Climbing the stairs two at a time he reached the main floor and walked calmly through the swinging doors. He found his team and two suited FBI agents in a pow wow with a half dozen staff and what looked like maybe a second officer in command.

Brad took command and quietly, but firmly told his people to calm down and let’s proceed with caution and above all be calm so as not to alarm the passengers any more than they already were. He told the second in command to produce a passenger list and then he would divide the passengers by last name for interviews by the agents.

An hour later each agent had a group interview and the interviews went quickly as anyone under the age of forty was eliminated, but only after careful scrutiny. By nine pm the list of passengers who fit the ‘John’ was down to about twenty older folks. Half of those were disposed and now it was down to about ten passengers who were men and single traveling to Canada. All but three were found in their cabins. Brad went with Wendy and when it came to interviewing an Alex Windslow, found them knocking on his cabin door. John had been around actors all his life it would seem. So he knew the common man off the street would be nervous when being interviewed by the FBI. He played the role like an Oscar nominee. In the front of his twisted mind fingerprints would give him away, so he had on a pair of very used gloves to pretend his hands were cold on a ferry out on the open water.

His hands were the first thing Brad noticed and after introducing the two of them and showing them their official status he asked Alex a few questions. ‘Tell me Mr. Windslow what led you take this trip and where are you going?” Alex is sitting on the small bunk with Brad and Wendy standing against the wall he told them where he was from and said, “I’m going to see the flowers in Butchart Gardens on Victoria Island. You see I’m a flower lover and go each year to see the spring bloom of the Gardens.”

“I see you are wearing gloves. Do you have circulation problems?”

“Yes do, but how does that concern you, he said with a little too much force in his voice.

“Well as you know we are looking for a killer who preys on old people and if you don’t mind I would like to see your hands.”

John slipped a glove off and as his hand was shaking, he held it out for them to look at. What Brad and Wendy saw were not the hands of what they had seen and the old timer in Bishop had described to them. The guys hand had long fingernails and even though he was bald, his fingers had long black hairs growing on the tops of his hands and fingers.

Brad said, while passing his passport back, “We will have additional questions later Mr. Windslow and be careful as this crazy killer preys on people just your age. Someone like him with a twisted mind thinks he is doing the world a favor and he also thinks of killing off seniors he is making room for others to take their place.” Brad was totally focused on how Alex would react to such a strong statement about the killer's mind profile. However, later when they discussed Alex Windslow the guy never batted an eye.

Wendy added at a table discussion that this Alex guy never asked us to repeat a question even though the ferry vibrated with some noise so why did the guy have hearing aids in his glasses?

Chapter 14

Back on land at the ferry terminal Nancy and Steve were having a sit down after both had talked to Brad. He had told Steve and Nancy he was sure John was on the ferry and the interviews were taking place now. After all the interviews he would call and report on about their findings.

Steve had called Washington DC and informed his boss what the situation was and filled him in on another senior murdered and that they had him trapped on a ferry headed for Canada. His boss cautioned Steve about the fact Canada was a foreign country and laws had to be followed when they arrived in Canada. Of course it was not forgotten, he informed Steve, that we could turn the ferry around and bring it back to Anacortes and quarantine the ferry on some pretense of disease or a bomb from a terrorist. However, if the killer somehow wasn’t on board and couldn’t be apprehended, they all hell would break loose from the over three hundred passengers taking a trip to Canada. It was decided at the highest levels, as the ferry steamed towards Victoria, to proceed and when it docked in Canada, officials from both countries would be on hand to discuss what to do.

Steve called Brad and informed him of what the decision was and that is to continue to investigate and interview eliminating all of the obvious and focus on the suspects that he felt were in need of investigating further, especially finger prints.

Brad relayed the orders and decided to try and obtain fingerprints off each of their prime suspects including Alex Windslow. Brad had narrowed it down to two guys: Alex Windslow and another guy by the name of Ted Swift. Both from Seattle and both single with Brad and Wendy both agreeing some further questions needed asking.

First they started with Ted, who readily agreed to be fingerprinted and seem to have an alibi for Aberdeen. They would check his alibi and after taking his prints by another agent, they moved back to interview Alex. They found Alex taking a rest and looked sleepy when a knock on the door took a few minutes to wake the guy up. Maybe his ears are hard of hearing, Brad thought.

Alex invited them in and Brad noticed no gloves were on. It seemed now that Alex was in a foul mood and answered with short quick sentences. He gladly said he would offer his finger prints up knowing that they were nowhere to be found in any database. A long time ago he had lifted the fingerprints off a glass in the studio of a nobody and pasted those fingerprints onto his fingers while waiting for the FBI to come back and ask for his prints; now he rolled his fingers onto the card from an agent. They would play hell, he thought trying to match those fingerprints to John. How stupid they were. This is the twenty first century and film companies were nothing but high tech. So easy, he thought to put on over on them. His confidence rose as they left his cabin.

“Shit,” said Brad and Wendy had never heard him swear before. They walked back to the snack area where the rest of his team and other agents sat and waited for him. He said to them, “Well, unless we catch a break on the prints, they had faxed the prints via satellite to the van trailer in Anacortes, “we are out of luck. I’ve had the ferry going at half speed to delay our arrival and we are close to docking time now. We will be met by some officials and regardless I want both of those last two guys we interviewed followed.”

Brad called Steve on his cell and reported what had come of the interview and the fingerprints. Steve told him that neither one of those guys he sent prints on matched the John Mitchell prints. Steve told him to put a tail on both and Brad reported he’d already had that in place. He also told Brad to work with the Canadian law enforcement people and at the highest levels they had been informed of the events leading to the serial killer on the ferry. The last thing Canadians wanted was a serial killer in their midst.

The ferry docked and the passengers debarked for lodging or staying with friends or relatives. If Brad was right, Alex was their man. They had two agents on him and the Canadian authorities authorized the tail. The agents followed Alex to a hotel in Victoria where he rented a room for two days. Steve sent the helicopter over to the island and picked up the team.

Their heads hung low as they sat in the van trailer and talked about how they almost had the guy. Steve told them all to take a rest and they would all meet tomorrow at Denny’s for breakfast. That night Brad called Sujin and reported the day’s events. She told him he did his best and no one could have done it better. It was a small lift knowing he did do his best, but maybe his best wasn’t good enough. He laid in bed thinking how close he came to catching the guy in the act of murder. Only a few minute differences were like horseshoes: close but no points. For hours he lay there going over the plan and what developed after the chase was on. The net was effective, but a shade late. What could have I done differently, he thought. He flashed back to seeing the bike early that morning. He couldn’t fault himself for not connecting the bike to the killer. There must have been twenty or more cars and vans in the parking lot and why would he think that particular bike was the method he was using for getting around and his escape, not to mention his disguise.

His wake up call came at six am. He packed his bag after a long hot shower looking at a much aged man in the mirror when he shaved. Dark circles and some new lines around the eyes made him look like he felt: old.

At eight all the team plus Steve, including Nancy sat at a large round table in the restaurant. Brad opened the table up for discussion and no one had much to say. Steve piped up saying, “You did your best. No one can fault the plan and it was only the results that foiled us. This guy is good and maybe too good for us. Our prep is enjoying his flower walk in the Garden as we speak. He knows we have a tail on him, but it appears he doesn’t care. We found his residence in Seattle and like you reported it is an old house south of the airport. We got a court order and agents report no finger prints anywhere in the house. They are still looking for any evidence as we speak, but it is doubtful anything of value will show up. Brad, we are called to Washington and a special jet is waiting for us at Whidbey Air base to fly us to DC. Let me add something here, we are not giving up and Brad send your team to Oregon and let’s regroup there after we return in a day or two.”

Brad told the group to keep the brain tank full and he would see them we he returned. And he added, “Think what you might do if you were him and Wendy do your best and consult with other profilers and share your information with them. Mike, go home and take care of the farm for a day or two; and agent Jones use your logical mind and Billy buy a case of cigarettes because you will need them after I imprison you at the Round House.” That last word from him cheered the group up and Nancy asked how she should fit into the scheme of things. Brad told her to check on the activities of all that had happened and find any flaws for next time, if there would be next time. After that write a report up and come visit us at the Round House.

At that Brad left to make a phone call home and told Sujin the schedule for the next few days. After that he and Steve left for the Naval Station on Whidbey Island by helicopter.

Washington at the end of May is on the verge of hot muggy dog days of summer. While Brad anticipated a gloomy day meeting the big boss, the weather was anything but gloomy. A bright sunny day with a slight breeze greeted the plane as it landed at Andrews Air Base. A helicopter was waiting for them and left for a fight to Virginia. The sun was setting to the west when they sat down at CIA headquarters at Langley. After a short walk, ID’s checked and signed in both Steve and Brad was led to a room unmarked. The agent who led them pressed a button and after a one eyed camera look at the visitors the door opened into a reception area about the size of a small dentist office where a large fat man sat on a secretary chair looking at the entrants. The gray haired portly man stood up and led them through another door into a large conference room without a window anywhere. Brad felt a slight air movement and a humming sound in his sensitive ears. He’d never been here before, but knew it was a room secure from any outside listening devices or bugs. A stark metal conference table the size of a board room table sat gleaming in its stainless steel finest. Uncomfortable looking chairs sat around the table could accommodate twelve sore butts by the time a meeting was over. It was designed for efficiency, not comfortable to sit around and shoot the breeze. The large man with overhanging eye brows filled with bushy hair from one side to another sat down at the head of the table and stared through milky gray eyes at both Steve and Brad.

He cleared his throat and said, “Tell me a story Mr. Pratt. I want to hear about the Anacortes plan from start to finish. Don’t leave out one detail. This conversation and your report will be recorded. Do you have any questions before we start?”

Brad told him no questions and he was ready to start when he was. The grossly overweight man reached under the table and Brad assumed he sent a signal somewhere. The man’s jowls shook like Jell-O as he gave Brad a nod to start.

Brad started in California and never left out a detail until leaving for Washington DC. He reported the house in San Diego having clues left for them; to Bishop where the postman and the eye witness gave them valuable clues to identify John; The pig farm in Yelm; to the flower book and subsequent plans set up for the Aberdeen and Anacortes sites; and the ferry ride across the straits to Canada. When he finished the man sat there and looked at him reaching under the table again to signal the end of the recording session.

Mr. Portly, as he later described the man to Sujin, looked hard at both Steve and Brad while saying, “You both will be contacted in a few days’ time. I want you both to go back to the Oregon coast and continue working on the case until you hear anything different from me” With his last words he stood up and the meeting was over.

The helicopter was waiting for them and flew them back to Andrews for the flight back home. Steve stayed to take care of a few things at home and would be out in a few days. A F-16 took Brad back at sixty thousand feet at better than Mach 2. He arrived at North Bend at around two in the morning. The pilot gave him the high sign and after fueling up left into the early morning with a red orange glow turning south and as Brad stood there watching the pilot keep the afterburners on until only the sounds of early morning sea gulls headed to the beach could be heard. Mike was waiting for him and he climbed into the van and they headed south to the Round House.

The weather was calm and clear for late May on the southern Oregon coast. The stars were out and the promise of a nice day made Brad feel the urge for a beach run. Turning off on his dirt road he perked up at the thought of seeing his wife and dogs made him a little homesick. The cable was down and both dogs were sitting on the edge of the yard when they pulled into the gravel parking area. When they saw their master both dogs went a little crazy with happiness seeing him. Brad dropped to his knees and hugged the both of them saying how much he missed them and the promise of a run on the beach when the sun rose. Sujin was standing just outside the door under a light making her look so small and fragile. He wanted to run and hug her too, but she would be totally embarrassed in front of Mike for that display of affection. Walking in Brad kissed the top of her head and held her hand as they walked into the living room.

Mike went downstairs where he bunked with Billy. Brad and Sujin with Sandy followed suit. There will be time enough tomorrow to discuss the past and the future.

Chapter 15

Daylight on the Oregon coast in late May is around six am. The whole team excluding Billy was dressed for a run on the beach. Brad greeted them all warmly and Billy were left at home alone. Even Sujin with her morning sickness gone was dressed and ready for an early morning run on the beach. Her sister was coming later and a picnic was planned for later in the afternoon. Julie and her two kids were coming along with Earie’s husband who reluctantly agreed to come. He told his wife that he always felt like an outsider, but would put on a happy face for her today.

The air was cool and only a slight breeze was still blowing like the night before. Brad knew by afternoon the northwest wind would turn the beach cold for beachcombers. They would need a big fire in Devils Kitchen this afternoon he thought. The run was invigorating and just what the doctor ordered for his body and mind. They all jogged up the beach to the jetty and back again. The tide was out and very low. The smell of muscles and star fish was strong with the pungent smell of exposed seaweed. Seagulls were having a feast in small pools left by the receding tide leaving tiny fish and other morsels of food for the birds. Rocky was in heaven running alongside his master. Sandy was very pregnant and due to have her litter soon. Brad stopped in front of Fish Rock and led the team around the side and up to the top that overlooked the small cove of seawater moving back and forth in the low tide. He stared at the water and the team wondered what he was doing and then Sujin told them when he felt like he was too old Brad would climb the rock wall inviting the feel of death if he didn’t succeed in meeting the challenge. The team peeked over the edge and thought only a crazy man would try to climb the sheer rock wall without a safety rope or pitons rock climbers used.

They were starting to cool down from the run when Brad told them the last one to the Round House was a rotten egg and they all scrabbled down and off the sea stack and ran to the house. Agent Jones was neck and neck with Mike as Brad took off fast and then backed off to run with Sujin and Wendy. Brad found out later that Mike and agent Jones were pretty much even going up the trail fighting for the lead on the narrow sandy trail. When Brad and the girls arrived only moments later they found the two guys rolling on the ground laughing their heads off like little kids in a sandbox.

After a light breakfast of scrambled eggs and rice, the team retired to the basement to listen to Brad’s trip to Washington and the latest word about John. The team had no word as to his whereabouts and Nancy had called to say she would be there is a few days’ time. Earie and the old Korean lady came just after breakfast carrying sacks of whatever for the afternoon picnic.

Sandy was laying at Brad’s feet with her head on his socks while he told the team about his short trip to DC. He told them the truth about not knowing what the future was for the team. Steve would be here in a day or two and from his early morning phone call to Seattle Nancy found out John spent the day looking at flowers and was holed up in his hotel room. She told him that John would have to be very slick to get past the four agents watching his door every minute of the time. Both rooms on either side of him were locked tight and not available for lodging.

Brad said, “Quite frankly, I’m not sure of our next move. Arden is still a go and will continue so until we hear different. Billy I want every border crossing from Canada to the US on our China board. I feel our man will head east and lose his tail in a big city like Toronto or Montreal. Check with anyone and everyone about the past ways people used to sneak across the border or where it appears the border guards are lax. Anyway that ought to keep you busy and away from your nasty habit,” he joked to him. Billy jumped up and left climbing the stairs for a least one or two cigarettes before taking on the new search.

Brad told the rest of the team to relax and put to paper different case scenarios on what our John might be up to next. Brad told Mike to do the same while he went in and called his father. After that he and Mike would sit down and make a plan for where if not Arden our serial killer might strike next. Oregon was a good bet and that were in their backyard so to speak. When they discussed Oregon little did they know how close they were to the truth? However, as it turned out it was many months before John the Senior Killer raised his ugly and twisted self once again made his presence known to leave his mark.

Steve and Nancy arrived at the same time, she by commercial jet and Steve by his borrowed NASA jet. It was planned that way and both rode down in Steve’s car talking about where John might go next. To Nancy Steve seemed a little preoccupied and distant. She was beginning to like him and wondered if he was married or single. She wasn’t sexually attracted to him, quite the contrary as she was very happy with her relationship with her lover. She wished this case would come to an end so she could get back to Washington and their cozy town house. However, she liked the weather in the Pacific Northwest and in particular the Oregon coast. Even at the expense of a difference in personalities with Brad, she felt comfortable in his house. She looked forward to the next day or two as they turned down the familiar road to his house.

The team welcomed both with warmth and a friendly attitude. Some of that friendly attitude was due to the afternoon picnic. The dogs welcomed both by wagging their tails and Sandy rubbed Nancy’s legs. Sandy was very pregnant and Nancy noticed. Steve and Brad disappeared for a walk on the beach once Steve changed his shoes.

Silently they strolled up the beach watching the waves climb the beach as the tide was coming in. Soon it would be high and the walking harder in the soft sand next to the dunes. The wind was blowing fairly strong as they found a place to sit behind a giant old tree that had washed ashore a long time ago during a monster storm to place it so high on the beach.

Brad sat on a piece of driftwood across from his friend who too found a place to sit. Brad the always patient one, Steve thought as he tried to find the words to tell Brad that they would leave the case to the FBI and Nancy for a while. The only change might be if John struck again soon. Steve said, looking at his friend who had a twinkle in his eye knowing pretty much what he was going to be told by his friend, “Yes. Your team is put on the back burner for the time being. Nancy will take care of it for a while. If our John strikes again soon then you and your team are back on the front line. Meanwhile we have another little job that needs your attention. This involves your whole team which includes Wendy and agent Jones if you like. They have proved invaluable recently and if you want to add them, then consider the transfer completes, if they so desire to transfer agencies. Their retirement and such things will remain the same. Let me know before I leave what their answer is. Now here is a major problem that needs your immediate attention. You might think this is a way to get you off the case of our serial killer, but that is not true at all. This comes from the president who listened to your recording and likes the way you think and act.” Steve buttoned the top of his Burberry against the cold afternoon wind that seeped around and under the giant old white tree. Brad meanwhile sat there looking and feeling a little sorry for his past commander and friend. Brad looked hard at him to see how he was holding up under the strain. To Brad he looked about the same as years gone by, but maybe a little slower in his movements is all. Brad thought he needed more exercise and hoped the next few days they could spend some time combing the beach. We’ll go up to Agate Beach and look for agates, Brad thought.

Steve continued his dialogue, “The president has a special assignment that needs your expertise. As you are well aware of the problems facing the free world with the off center leader of North Korea is becoming a real problem. The president tells me we need better intelligence from that region. There are rumors that they are about to test more missiles and there is word coming down from the North that a nuclear underground test is planned in the near future. We are applying all the pressure we can try to stop a renegade nation from actually going nuclear. However, it might just be another is a long line of games the North is playing to feed its army for free. China is not happy about them going nuclear and will allow you and any of your team in China without hindrance. A lot of North Koreas are living in exile along the border and we need first hand intelligence on what is truth or fiction. The president knows Sujin is pregnant and a good cover for you is that her parents live in Seoul and the only one who will stand out is agent Jones. You think about it and let me know what you think. Best guess it is a two month job. After that we will know all we will probably will by then.” His look gave Brad an opportunity to ask questions.

Brad shook his head and said, “Not at the moment Steve, and I too think the free world is in trouble with that devil in North Korea who is called the ‘Dear one.” Let me run this by Sujin and tonight after our picnic we will discuss it around the table with the team.” At that they walked for a while talking politics and the elusive serial killer still at large. After Anacortes it was reported the killer went to Canada and all hoped, not that they didn’t care for the people of Canada, but we're glad he was out of the States.

Making their way back up the narrow sand trail to the house, at the top, Steve laid his hand on Brad’s arm and stopped him saying, “You flat out impressed the boss man and the president wants to nominate you to head up the FBI!” Brad laughed and said he wouldn’t have that job for all the tea in China! Both went into the house laughing making the three women busy fixing lunch for the picnic, stare at them like they found something funny about a picnic lunch?

Steve and Brad sat at the kitchen table while the girls worked in the kitchen. They were talking about a trip they made to Russian a couple years ago when a terrorist went to ground after selling some arms and explosives to a rebel group aligning itself with factions of the Taliban. Brad went undercover and after three months posing as an arms dealer, nailed the guy and his right hand man in a dark warehouse area in the slums of Moscow. About at the end of the story, Billy came up for his usual fix of nicotine. Brad called him over and told him to get all the intelligence on North Korea that was available and unavailable. Billy never batted an eye and went out with Rocky on his heels.

About two o’clock Earie’s husbands showed up making the security go off. Earie hurried to the door to let him across the yard and Brad greeted him with a warm handshake and told him to sit down and have a cup of coffee while they waited for the go signal to head to the beach. The other members of the team came up and all were introduced around and Lane Brown greeted all with a little awe and respect. After the intros down the beach they went with blankets and ice chests full of drinks of all kinds. Sandy stayed home and came to attention when they all left except the old Korean woman who stayed and cleaned the kitchen.

Walking down to the beach and tucking themselves out of the wind, the team made a nice fire out of gathered drift wood. Brad thought it good the team could relax after a stressful couple of months. He vowed to give them a few days of relaxation while he worked out a plan for going to South Korea and then over to China along the border with North Korea.

Nancy, Brad noticed was into the swing of things much different than last time when she showed up with her tail between her legs. Now she was helping build the fire and spreading blankets around to sit on. Agent Jones and Wendy went up the creek to find some sticks to roast some marshmallows on. Billy was smoking more than the fire was as he sat Indian style with Mike and Julie’s two boys talking computer games and the internet. Brad thought Billy wasn’t much more than a kid himself as he watched him with the young boys. The tide was in and starting to turn back out. It was early that morning Brad had taken a crab pot and with a chicken from the freezer dropped it off the side of Fish Rock. In a couple of hours the tide would be low enough for him to fetch the crab pot and see what occupied the jail inside. He’d carried down a big pot and all wondered what he was going to do with a big pot when it was just a picnic. Brad and Sujin inwardly smiled at the idea of live crab probably never seen by agent Jones, Wendy or Nancy.

The picnic was relaxing and the creek was still rather high for May. Kids could lie in the fresh water and let the stream run over their bodies. The creek was only fifty yards from the Kitchen and when the kids and adults got cold they would run to the fire and warm up. Brad and Steve were thinking about other things and even though they were involved in small talk, all could sense his inner problems. Something was up and all waited patiently for what was on his mind.

By four in the afternoon the tide was low enough to walk to the ledge of Fish Rock to check the crab pot. Brad asked if anyone would like to go with him to check the crab pot and Wendy, Nancy and agent Jones jumped up like there was a fire somewhere on their blankets. Walking to the rock, which was only a hundred yard from Devils Kitchen, a buzz of talk about what the hell was going on filled the air. Still a cold wind was blowing from the north and the sun was slowly dipping towards the horizon out to sea. A bright glaring light reflected on the tranquil sea making the beach walkers hold their hands above the eyes lessening the glare. Brad and team jumped onto the ledge between surges and walked down to near the southern point of the rock where he had tied off the rope to a piton long ago driven into a crack above the tide line. Agent Jones asked if he could drag it in and Brad turned the job over to him. All watched as the pot came near the ledge and finally brought up to the ledge where a dozen or more crabs scrambled around inside the wire cage. Brad had given Wendy a plastic bucket to put the crabs in and he opened the wire door and reached in what looked like a dangerous thing to do as large pincers were raised in defense of what they knew as a large predator invading their space. In no time Brad had thrown back into the sea the small ones and kept the larger ones placing them in the plastic bucket. Six adult crabs were carried back to the fire. All of them including Brad were acting like young kids when they returned with the crabs. Mike meanwhile had gone to the ocean and filled up the large pot to boil the crabs in. Billy helped him carry the heavy pot back to the fire. Brad told them you need salt water to cook the crabs in. It took a while for the water to boil and the kids plus Nancy and Wendy played with the crabs taking one out of the bucket and letting it go to run around trying to get away with pincers high in the air for protection. Mike took one of the sticks for cooking marshmallow and showed the neophytes how strong the pincers were on adult Dungeness crabs.

The water finally came to a boil as the sun edged closer to the west where it would meet the sea in about an hour or around seven daylight savings times. Sujin took out of a bag crab crackers which are like pliers to crack the tough exoskeleton of the crab. Brad took a long pair of tongs and after only a five to ten minute boiling the crabs turned red in color ready for the watering mouth of the expectant eater. Brad led the way showing how it was done along with Mike who was even faster. Sujin had melted some butter mixed with onion and garlic to dip the crab in. Loud praise went around the fire as fresh crab boiled on the beach with good friends is hard to beat. Julie had brought a gallon of homemade dark burgundy wine to wash the rich crab down. When only a pile of shells were left smoldering in the fire, the picnickers were all slightly on their lips.

As the long red rays of the sun made the sky red all stood on the beach watching the sunset singing a song that no one knew the words to. When the sun went to bed they all cleaned up their mess and slowly walked back to the Round House and a good night’s sleep. The kids crashed on the floor with Billy and Mike and Julie took a bedroom for their own. Steve had his room and agent Jones was left to the sofa downstairs. No one cared where they slept and come morning there was more than one headache from the wine and rich crab from the night before. No one complained and by eight am all were sitting on the floor around the table drinking tea or coffee, all except Brad and Steve who were talking at the wood table by the kitchen.

Brad had told Sujin of the new case about North Korea. Sujin asked him if he thought they were trying to ease him and his team out of the serial killer case. “Probably because of the new director wants to prove he can do it without outside help. He’ll find out the hard way that this guy is way above average in intelligence and a force to be reckoned with. I’m not going to worry about it for now. I think John will go to ground as that last round in Anacortes probably shook him up a little. Now he will be more careful and it will make him harder to catch, unless….,” He paused in his speech thinking and then continued by saying, “maybe he will think he is invincible?”

“I like the both of them put together,” Sujin said

“Yes, I’ll pass this on in the morning and see what Wendy and the team thinks.”

Back at the kitchen table Brad told Steve he and his team were in on the Korean operation.

Billy went out for his usual two or three cigarette after breakfast smoke and hurried back in saying to everyone very loudly with an unlit smoke in his lips to come outside and look at the dog house. Sandy had had her litter and was still licking one of them as first Sujin looked in with Brad looking over her shoulder. Three pups were suckling on her as Rocky sat back and had a nonchalant look about him like, hey guy’s, what is the big deal here?

Sujin hated the thought of leaving Sandy alone here, but her sister could and would take very good care of them. Her husband Lane would stay here while they were gone along with the old lady. The rest of the team would fly to San Francisco and from there to Seoul. Steve would go back to Washington to his office and later fly to Seoul for an update for Brad and his team.

At about the same time as they were looking at the new pups, in Vancouver BC John, aka Alex sat at the airport waiting for his flight to Toronto. He was followed he knew that and didn’t much care. In Toronto, where he had spent a lot of time in his job as a makeup artist while filming more movies than he cared to remember, he would lose his tail and cross in Chicago and back to his old haunt in Wenatchee to regroup and make a plan for the future. He would, he decided take some time off and enjoy the summer in and around the Wenatchee area. For now, at least, he had to figure out a plan to ditch these guys and that would not be easy as they were on to him about his many disguises. The call to his plane broke his thinking and he picked up his only bag, carried it on the plane and left for Toronto.

Back on the Oregon coast, Brad and Sujin made ready for their trip to Asia. Nancy reluctantly packed her bag for the flight to Seattle. Steve would drive her to the airport and he would fly back to Washington DC. Billy, Wendy, and agent Jones would follow Brad while he made arrangements for staying in Seoul. No more than a week would pass before they left for Seoul. Meanwhile they would do the research on the Koreas, China and Russia. Wendy would do profiles on Kim, Jung in and the Chinese leaders. A lot of information was needed to make the project successful, such as economics, political, and military and profiles done on all the power behind the scenes. South Korea was still sending aid to the North and seemed, by the current president, to ignore the signs of military buildup by the North. The recent test firing of missiles rocked the free world and if North Korea went nuclear, an arms race was imminent. Japan would reconsider its constitution with a stockpile of plutonium from all of their nuclear power plants to make a bomb. The same could be said for South Korea. Back in the nineteen seventies America leaned on South Korea to stop their plan to go nuclear assuring the country America could protect the peninsula with its strong presence in the region. However, that was more than thirty years ago and now with North Korea knocking on the door, South Korea would have to seriously think about protecting itself.

Then there was Taiwan and its big brother China with the economic climb of exponential dimensions of risk from a potential conflict in the region. None of this was classified information as Brad thought about Asia. Anyone could find this information on the WWW. Brad listened to his headphones to music as they rode first class to Seoul. He was formulating a plan and he was struggling with the notion of Sujin so close to the volatile conflict that like a volcano building up pressure and once the pressure could not be contained, an eruption occurs.

Also he thought how political this operation was. He would gather the intelligence and the politicians would play football with the results. Threats, sanctions, frozen assets, and if China cut off the flow of oil and gas to North Korea, North Korea would have few options but to ally itself to the Middle East offering nuclear support for oil. Countries like Iran would gladly exchange oil for nuclear knowledge of making a bomb. God, Brad thought, what a mess the world is getting into. The Cold War all over again and the arms race would be on like the Kentucky Derby. Billions of dollars would be spent and where would the money come from? Space would be a busy place like a rush hour freeway hurry to be the first home to have a space station or a permanent place on the moon. He shut his mind off and along with the music he fell asleep.

John Mitchell was in his room at the Toronto Hilton. He had a plan. He laughed when he thought about it: so simple, yet effective. He would trade places with the guy who brought him room service. The only problem was finding a waiter that was his size. Age made no difference to him as he could use his make up to look twenty if necessary.

The first night after checking in he ordered dinner. He quizzed the guy with weather talk and his job. It was not hard to learn his schedule for the week and in particular for the next day or two. After checking this one out, later he ordered some dessert. The dinner guy had possibilities, but the young kid for dessert was a no going. In the morning he ordered breakfast and this guy was forty something; and had the seniority to work the day shift. Perfect, he thought. Some knock out pills and he was home free. As John was of average build, the day shift guy had a beer belly and that would work well for John as he could fit his makeup kit and a change of disguise once he left the men’s room in the lobby.

The hotel management was aware of the watch on the guest named Alex Windslow. The joint watch of the room was done by the FBI and the equivalent in Canada. John knew from the room service people that the authorities always looked under the cart as if he was going to escape hiding under the stupid cart. What dummies, he thought.

The next morning he invited the room service guy for a cup of coffee and at first he refused, but then, he thought and said later, this guy was so nice and a big tipper he took the drug laden cup and a short few minutes later he landed on the floor in a heap. John caught the cup of coffee before it hit the rug and quickly made the appropriate make up to fit the room service man. Dressed in his disguise he pushed the cart out the door leaving the guy in the room to wake up in his shorts and undershirt. John even took his socks he said later to the laughing hotel staff down in the basement kitchen.

It was a breeze as the FBI man checked under the cart and John made for the elevator. He pushed the cart into a storage linen closet and locked the door on his way out. Next he found the restroom and quickly changed into his other clothes but left the original waiter look as he walked out of the hotel into a bright sunny day in Toronto.

Now, he thought, getting across the border with his passport as Alex Windslow would be hard if they ran a check on the computer. This was not good and he needed to give this some serious thought. He made for the ferry terminal to see what was available in America across Lake Michigan. No doubt the authorities were alerted to his passport name and number. He was sure it would pop up with a red flag as soon as they entered it into the computer. God, he hated to do it, but maybe he would have to find an American and steal his passport. Well, he thought, the Canadians probably will blame the murder on the States serial killer the loss of one more would not affect the balance of the population age bracket, he decided to overdose a likely prospect and take his passport and apply the appropriate disguise and fly to wherever the guy’s home was.

John found a medium priced hotel just off the business district. At noon, after he checked in under an assumed name with cash, he went to the bar to see if any heavy drinkers were there and American. His luck held at a convention of salesmen from St. Louis marketing dental supplies were drinking lunch. John perused the gathering and when he spotted a table with only three and a fourth chair vacant, he sidled on over and introduced himself. The three men were already half in the bag and it wasn’t long before two left and the lush with a strawberry nose kept drinking with John. John wasn’t much of a drinker so when he ordered a gin and tonic he told the waitress to make it a light one as he lots of work to do before his six o’clock meeting with his boss.

The conversation took on the good ole boy talk and when John at about two thirty said he needed to make a phone call, invited the guy to his room for a drink from his bar in his suite. The guy jumped at the call for free drinks and off they went to John’s room. Once situated in the room, John poured the guy a stiff scotch and dropped enough knock out pills to lay down an elephant. The pills mixed with alcohol knocked the guy out for good. John propped him up so he could make up the face in front of the room’s mirror. Satisfied he took the guys passport and left him propped up leaning against the bed. Fingerprints would be taken and the only things he had touched were the small scotch bottles and one glass. He wiped both clean and wiped the doorknob clean on both sides. Then he wiped the swipe card and threw it away once he found an outside trash can.

He smiled as he took a taxi to the airport and it was almost guaranteed he would be long gone by the time the body was discovered. Two hours from the time he left strawberry nose, he landed in Chicago. No problem going through immigration and he took a flight to Boise, Idaho. He changed ID back to Clyde Walker of Wenatchee and took a flight to Spokane. From Spokane he bought a used car and drove to Arden to look it over before flying from Spokane to Seattle to pick up his SUV in long term parking.

He cruised into Arden and spotted the convenience store with a gas station attached. He walked in and right away noticed Koreans were running the place. He thought, they are everywhere, these Asians. You can’t go anywhere anymore without running into these people who can’t speak English. He gave the guy a fifty dollar bill and told him it was a fill up. Walking back out he was on full alert as he realized Arden was on the FBI list of where he might strike again. Filling his car with gas he looked around for cameras and spotted too many for an average place like this out in the country side. He finished up and slowly walked back into the store. He saw more cameras as he wandered around under the pretense of looking for snacks. He picked up a bag of chips and a bottle of juice. He was, he noticed the only one in the store and both Koreans were pretending to be busy behind the counter. Two cameras stared at him while he waited for his change. After receiving his change he winked at the camera and left the store having said nothing other than a fill up for gas.

He drove from one end of town to the other and left for Spokane. John loved this area and drove around Spokane and over in Idaho. Four hours later he drove to the airport and left his car with the keys in it for someone’s use. A short flight to Sea-Tac and he was in his SUV driving back up I-5 to the cut off to Wenatchee over the North Cascade pass down the east side to Wenatchee. Back in his little room he decided to do some letter writing and take a few months off. That last kill in Anacortes was too close for comfort, he thought. That Brad Pratt and his team were good; maybe too good. He told himself he must make a plan for Arden that will knock the socks off the FBI and the Pratt Team. Meanwhile, as summer came and the tourists flocked to the valley, he might do some fishing.

Chapter 16

The weather in South Korea in May has nice warm days. June begins the hot and muggy weather of the Monsoon season. Sujin, having lived on the coast of Oregon for so long didn’t like the humid summers in Korea. However, her visit pleased her mother and her agent as she could finish up her collection of photos for a showing she had promised months ago. Her parents were not poor. Quite the contrary, they were well off and kept both bedrooms and her dark room at the ready in case either daughter came home. They lived in the ubiquitous apartment buildings you see in any city in South Korea. In Sujin’s father’s apartment was not just one four bedroom apartment, but it was connected to another two bedroom apartment for the future when grandkids would come stay along with their daughter’s husbands.

Brad sat with his father in law’s apartment enjoying a visit and more tasty Korean food. His father in law spoke passable English and was well connected from his government position that Brad had no idea what department he worked for. He’d found that secrecy as to what a lot of high ranking officials did or didn’t do was very complex. His father in law, Taejin, or Mr. Kim as he preferred to be called, was typical of that hierarchy. He knew what Brad’s mission was and now as they sat eating and drinking some soju, which Brad detested, some general conversation about the current events was going around the table with another government official present. After dinner the real discussion would begin. But now they enjoyed the visit of their daughter and Brad, and of course the welcome news of the baby coming.

After dinner the men retired to Taejin’s study. Sujin stayed with her mother and grandmother. Brad would tell her later what transpired at the meeting. Taejin was the first to speak. He said, “Brad we have an office in one of our buildings from which your team can operate from. Accommodations are nearby in a hotel that caters to foreigners. Now if you please, tell us your plan.”

Brad thanked them for the hospitality for his team and went on to say, “I will assume the role of a monk and my area of operation will be the border city of Dandong. If there is any intelligence to be discovered it will be there. As you know, obtaining reliable information is slim to none. However, sometimes we get lucky and maybe among the large population of North Koreans hiding out, an official might be found who has some factual information. If you have or know something I should know, now is the time to tell me. If not tomorrow I will get a haircut and see into the space you have for my team. After that, I will make my way into China through my usual contacts. The team will arrive in a few days and they know what is needed and what to do. Contact from me will be limited and through my hand phone I will stay in touch as often as I can. Do you have any questions and if you do I would be glad to answer them, but not much else I can tell you until I put myself in place.”

Both men looked at one another and Taejin said, “We don’t have any questions, but tomorrow we can have you meet our North Korean expert and maybe then some questions might arise. Thank you Brad for coming to our rescue; the world I fear doesn’t realize the dangerous situation it's in at the present time. The leader of North Korea has some funny ideas and is playing a dangerous game with half of a once great nation. We have continually given freely our aid and have promised further aid if they would only discuss rationally today’s need for a nuclear free peninsula.” Brad nodded his agreement and stood up following his father in laws rise to end the meeting. Bows and handshakes with formal manners put the final touch on a short but effective meeting.

That night, in their own room, Brad talked about the meeting expressing his doubts of much success in finding intelligence to affirm or deny the existence of nuclear weapons in North Korea. Sujin said she was happy to be home and that she missed her family. She said, “Brad I’m so scared for my family living so close to the border with the North. I want them to come to our house, but you know my father, he will not leave his beloved Korea. He and his kind, old members so conservative still believe that not even a madman like Jong il would destroy the peninsula just to prove he could do it in front of the United States. Maybe I can talk mother in coming to the States while I have our baby.”

“I’d like that,” Brad said with sincerity. “Your father and my father have never met so maybe we can put the two of them together for some past reflections of his beloved Korea.”

“I will tell mother tomorrow about what we talked about. I have a full schedule for the next couple weeks. In about a month my agent tells me we will have a showing that he says will,” and she laughed, “rock the socks off the people.”

Brad held her close and laughed with her. She thought he was so sensitive and thanked her lucky stars she met him so long ago on a rocky mountain trail not knowing whether he would live or die. Now she knew he was going back in harm’s way. Never had she met a man who cared for his fellow man like Brad did. His continuous battle against evil would one day prove his undoing, but to her, that would be all right. Meanwhile the world should pay homage to someone who gives unselfishly to others. And with those thoughts they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next day, after Brad called home and talked to his team, who were anxious to join him in South Korea, gave them the go ahead. Brad, once he thought about it decided it would not be unusual for a monk to have a dog. He told Mike to bring Rocky with him when they came. Not long after that sitting in a downtown office around a conference table with government officials Brad listened through a set of headphones for translation of the opening statements and introductions. His knowledge of Korean was good, but it was always a good idea to have a professional back up his hearing. Now as he listened to some bureaucrat ramble on and on about what a good sport they had been sending countless tons of rice and cement to the North he was getting a little fed up with listening to the old man with thick glasses speak. Spittle was flying and he had the bad habit of adjusting his glasses when they were perfectly level. By adjusting it made him look queer with one side higher than the other. Finally he sat down, adjusting his glasses once more and taking a long pull on bottled water.

The next man to speak, from a dozen or more men sitting around the table, was a young man in his early forties. Soft spoken and when he stood up, said, “For our honored guest I will speak his native language.” Quickly the others picked up their headphones and listened. Brad was impressed with the man. Later he found out he was educated in America and England. Political Science was his field and he gave Brad a succinct account of what he knew of the North Korean’s attempt to go nuclear. There was in fact nothing new in his report, but Brad liked him for his straight forward account of his knowledge of the subject.

After the meeting a long lunch was endured by Brad and his father in law apologized later for the boring afternoon. Brad assured him he wasn’t bored as he needed time to digest and sort fact from fiction. Brad always made the person he was talking to feel he or she was the most important person for the moment at least. Cross the line and he would cut your heart with his subtle sarcastic remarks you would have to think about while he was long gone from your presence.

Now waiting for his team to arrive Brad went to the local bath house known as a Mok Yuk Tong. There he enjoyed a hot water bath and a haircut. The barber thought he was strange to cut off all his lovely blonde hair. Brad knew he was gay and inwardly smiled when he saw tears well up in his eyes while he ran the clippers across his head, he felt he should have gave him a tip. But in Korea, tips are not allowed and it is bad manners to offer a tip.

Back at home Sujin raise an eyebrow when she saw her husband hairless after he took off his ball cap. He looked ridiculous and then she laughed and said, “Wait until Rocky sees you and the rest of the team.” He laughed with her and gave her a hug, but looked around first to make sure mother or grandmother didn’t see him showing affection in public. Her father didn’t come until later, which is usual for a Korean man, and the rest of them spent a quiet evening looking at her photos. Brad sat on the sofa looking at his wife scamper around on the floor arranging here and there until she was satisfied all was in order.

Suddenly with Sujin scampering around the floor reminded him when they were in place looking down into a very small valley at the terrorist training camp. The afternoon sun was behind them so any reflection or movement would be difficult to see. Brad was trying to get a fix with his handheld GPS and moving around for a better look see. Then without warning Sujin leaped up and with her feet took out a guard who was on the lookout above the camp. Before Brad could move to help her, he lay dead with his throat cut. From that day forward, he knew she could take care of herself. She looked up at him and without a smile, wiped her knife off on the dead man and placed it back in its sheath located in the small of her back. Brad had been so preoccupied with is GPS, without her he might be dead today and the mission a complete failure.

He woke from his flash back when his wife was shaking his legs. He looked into her eyes and she knew he was back in the mountains fighting his demons. She handed him a cup of strong tea and went back playing with her pictures.

About midnight his phone rang with Mike telling him they were at the airport waiting on Billy who was having a nicotine fit while waiting for their bags to show up. Mike laughed and so did Brad about Billy needing four nicotine patches for the crossing of the Pacific Ocean. Brad told them the address and Mike said not to worry as someone was here from the government to pick them up. Brad signed off saying he would meet them at their hotel in the morning for breakfast.

Rocky went a little crazy the next morning when he saw his master and Sujin. He made sounds from his throat of affection and greeting. Sujin let him lick her face and Brad gave him a big hug telling him words of greetings back to his long tall black ears. A Korea guide accompanied them and Sujin explained the role of the big black dog. Koreans as a rule love animals and have many dogs living with them, but not usually this big. Billy was standing outside having his morning injection of nicotine and followed them into the restaurant. The restaurant was set up for both Koreans and foreigners with tables without chairs and with chairs. For everyone’s convenience they sat at a table with chairs.

Brad cut to the chase when he asked about any news of the serial killer. Wendy spoke first and said, “We have him on tape in Arden. When he left he winked at the camera. That is all we have at this time.”

“What is your take on what he is doing or what he might be thinking of doing next, Wendy.”

“I, we think he is holed up somewhere doing some inner reflection of the last adventure in Anacortes.”

“I think the same thing and let’s concentrate on this operation assigned to us for the time being.” He went on to tell them his plan to operate on the boarder of China and North Korea as a Buddhist monk in the city of Dandong. He would take Rocky with him and Sujin would stay here and have a photograph showing at a local photo clubs place. He also told them of where they would headquarter and set up their communication system and computers. One more thing, he told them, “Keep working on the serial killer and let’s see if we can a lead on his whereabouts.”

After breakfast they left for the office and at lunch time all was to their satisfaction due to the fine hospitality of the Koreans. Billy was especially happy as a lot of Koreans smoked and he had no trouble satisfying his habit among them. Brad took Mike aside and they took the next three hours going over a plan for him to join Brad in Dandong a few days after Brad established a place to hang their robes. After the meeting Mike left to get a haircut. Things were taking shape and Brad were happy about the way the team was working together so well.

Later in the evening they had dinner at Sujin’s mother’s house. Koreans are used to a big family eating and all were especially happy to share their time with Sujin’s parents. This was Rockies first trip to Asia. He wasn’t happy until he nosed and smelled the entire house over before he finally relaxed by his master. At first the Korean family was a little scared of the big dog, but when he minded his own business and was so well trained, they enjoyed his company. It was late into the early morning hours before all went either back to their hotel or to bed. Brad had told his father in law all about the famous Senior Killer is roaming the Pacific Northwest and California. The whole family was shocked at the news they had been watching on TV about the killer. Sujin's father knew about Brad and teams tenacity when on an operation and thought the Senior Killer hadn’t seen the last of Brad’s team.

The next day, aboard a South Korean fishing boat Brad and Rocky left for China. All had been arranged by the government of China for his and his team’s arrival in China. They’d been told it was simply an intelligence operation and no violence would be expected. Brad felt a little uneasy about this operation. Not enough information to base his usual well thought out plan existed for his liking. Rocky sensed his discomfort and rubbed his nose on his master’s leg telling him he was there for when he needed him.

It was close to the end of June when Brad, Rocky and Mike entered China searching for some concrete evidence of the North having the ability or the actual possession of a nuclear weapon.

Meanwhile across the Pacific Ocean in a small town at the foothills on the east side of the Cascade Mountain, John enjoyed the summer and towards the end of August decided it was time to continue his madness to punish the old for punishing him and his brothers for no reason other than being kids and adults.

John left for Arden on the first of September with a plan in mind. Of course he knew some agents of the FBI were in the area and by now the residents of the town had calmed down with nothing in the news about the serial killer in months. Most thought he moved on or was still in Canada. However, he was very much in the game as he drove up from Spokane to Arden complete with a new look and a new ploy for the unsuspecting.

Back in Seattle, Nancy was pacing the floor of her office. Her agents had nothing new to go on and the two agents in Arden were bored to tears. The two agents had been camped out in an old used RV parked behind the convenience store run by the two Koreans set up by Brad. It was early in the morning and it was sure to be another hot one as summer refused to move way for fall. The two agents lay one on a bed and the other one sitting at the small table listening to the sound of the a/c run. An electric cord ran from the store to their RV and if the dude showed up again, a button would alert the agents with a door bell ring.

Not far away at the post office a white car with a US Mail placard stuck in the window showing a mail car owned by an employee of the postal service with a yellow flashing light attached to the roof with the cord running to the cigar lighter, sat waiting for an old person to exit the post office. Behind the wheel sat the Senior Killer dressed in blue pants with a postal service light blue shirt on. It was easy enough to acquire from a uniform store in Spokane. Next to his leg sat a clipboard with a fresh new envelope marked certified waiting for an address to make it look official. His plan was to follow a senior to his residence, show him the envelope and sign his clipboard acknowledging receipt of said documents. Unfortunately for the resident, his pen doesn’t work and asks to borrow a pen. While the person goes looking for a pen, he follows him in and close the door.

John continued to wait listening to the occasional logging truck going by and the birds chirping in the morning shade of the trees. His thoughts turned ugly as he flashed back to his youth where among the squealing pigs and the familiar smell of the pig pen, his father whipping the hell out of him and his brothers. His father was drunk as usual and the all too familiar smell of his rank beer breath returned to him like a slam dunk of an NBA player. God how he hated the smell of pigs and beer; and he had lots of time to think about it in the pitch black room of their cell under the kitchen.

Then a smile crossed his plain face when he remembered taking a shovel to his father when his back was turned feeding the pigs. He felt now the vibration of the wooden handle and the sound when the metal met his skull reminded him of a hollow watermelon when it was tested for ripeness. After that they cut him up and fed him to the pigs all but the head and that they buried in the middle of the pig pen.

A car drove in and parked; a lanky guy in farmers bib overall stepped out slowly and ambled to the door struggling to open it from lack of strength. He had his mark. Time to rock and roll, he thought. Five minutes later he comes out looking at a bunch of junk mail. It took him another five minutes to start up his car and back out slowly due to his neck not being able to turn around enough to let him see what was behind him. John thought the guy must be pushing eighty five at least. It was time for him to say bye – bye to this world and take a trip to the next one.

Blue smoke from his exhaust nearly choked John as he followed the guy out of town. The car was obviously on its last legs as was the driver. Three miles north of town he pulled off the highway onto a short gravel road. An old mail box gave John his name and address. He quickly wrote the name and address on the envelope and pulled into the driveway a few minutes after the old man did sitting in the middle of the car like a mailman would look like delivering the mail on country roads.

He put on his hat and climbed the old creaky steps to a shallow covered porch. He noticed two old rocking chairs the color of bleached blonde. Like a skeleton, he mused. A knock on the door produced the old man after a two minute wait. The door opened to a face that had more lines on it than a city map. Sorrowful eyes, a milky gray stared at the envelope in John’s hand. John said, “Are you Pete Chandler?”

“Yes, and do you have something for me,” he asked with a voice to match his wrinkles. Sunlight was filtering down through the giant old tree guarding the house from the sun during the hot days of summer casting shadows across the yard.

“Please sign here,” as John gave his pen that wouldn’t work. The man tried to write his name and John said, “Oh that darn old pen. I don’t have another so could you maybe use one of your pens to sign my sheet?”

“Yes, just a minute while I find one,” he said turning around and walking back into the small house leaving the door open. John the Senior Killer quickly walked in and closed the door. From the kitchen he could hear the old man ask where a pen was with another person. Must be his wife, he thought. Well, a two for one sale this month I guess, as he moved to the opening to a small kitchen. The woman looked up from her sink of breakfast dishes and was a bit startled by seeing the postman in her doorway. The old man was still rummaging around in a junk drawer for a pen when the old lady dropped a dish she was drying onto the floor when she saw what John had in his hand: a shiny new Marlin spike.

The old man said, when the dish hit the floor breaking into many pieces, “What the hell,” and turned to look at John standing there with a sadistic look on his face holding a long steel spike in his hand. A shot of cold fear ran up and down his body knowing this was the serial killer in his house. The old man moved next to his wife and put his arm around her shoulder, all the while never taking his eyes off the deadly weapon.

“Mr. and Mrs. Chandler it is time to meet your maker. Neither of you are worth much and probably regret that you beat the hell out of your kids when they were young. Well, now is time to pay the piper. Come here the both of you and show me your bedroom.” Slowly they walked past him down a short hall to a small neat bedroom with a hand quilt nicely laid over the top of a stark white bedspread. “Now lay face down on the bed,” he ordered. The old lady and Pete were both shaking with fear and their already white faces were even paler than usual. The old lady started to cry sobbing while she lay down on the bed facing her husband.

Time was running and John wanted to hurry up this job and get out of town. He moved to the old lady first knowing if he did the old man she might panic. In seconds the sound of steel against bone then tissue stilled the life of the old lady. Quickly he moved around the bed and duplicated the procedure so well perfected by now. As usual he wiped the spike off and returned it to its rightful place on his leg holster. He walked out the door leaving the envelope for the feds to mull over and slipped the flashing yellow light off the roof and took down his US MAIL placard. He tossed his hat in the back seat and changed his shirt. Backing out of the driveway he left the Chandler place whistling a nameless tune. On the way out of town, he stopped at the post office and mailed a letter to the Seattle Times. After that he drove safely back to Spokane where he abandoned his car, again leaving the keys in it. He took a bus to the airport and retrieved his SUV from the parking lot. Then he drove to I-90 and headed west bound completely satisfied with his days’ work.

***

Brad and Mike were sitting in a Buddhist Temple with a North Korean wanting to defect to the Western World. He said he preferred the USA as many agents from the North were in Seoul. His story was anything but usual. He’d been locked underground for years while working on the nuclear bomb. The story he told couldn’t be anything but the truth as it was so startling to the ears of Brad and Mike they both were convinced he told mostly the truth. Rocky gave Brad the look of this is a good guy and that sealed the deal. Now they had to get this guy out of China and down to Seoul for debriefing or onto a US submarine for transport to Guam.

Codes had been set up in a cell to call to alert Billy they had what they came for. In addition, if a person or persons, including themselves needed evacuating, a phrase agreed upon before they left Seoul would be used for a special pickup. In this case a small cargo ship from South Korea was in dock at Nanjian, just south of Dandong.

Arrangements made they rode an old truck full of monks down to Nanjian. From there it was fairly simple to sail across to South Korea. Once back on the Korea soil, the North Korean was whisked away by members of the CIA and their counterparts from South Korea. Brad heard later the guy had a wealth of information and would be placed under the witness protection plan in America.

Steve greeted Brad upon his arrival back in South Korea with bad news. The Senior Killer had struck again in Arden right under the noses of the FBI. Brad was less than curious and Steve felt the vibrations coming from his friend. No doubt he felt used and abused by the new FBI director and his first response to Steve was to let the FBI make the case. He said, rather too forcefully to Steve, “What you’re telling me is that my team is needed and the FBI is crawling back on their hands and knees asking for our help? ’

“I guess that is it in a nutshell,” Steve replied while sipping a cup of Korea coffee in Brad’s father in laws house. Sujin was starting to show now and her photo showing was a great success. A local popular photography magazine was going to do a full issue of her photos and wanted a contract signed to do more. She was excited and so was Brad.

Brad said, “I think my team will take some time off and relax on the beach watching the storms come ashore this fall. We are due for a rest and let the Hoover boys and girls take on the serial killer. Besides, Sujin is not getting any smaller and if she needs me I want to be there for her. Now, what I will do is feed the FBI information from the beach house about what we can learn from the computer and his clues that are left scattered around the Pacific Northwest.”

“That is good enough for me and I will report our meeting back in DC. I’m scheduled to fly out tomorrow and let’s celebrate your successful operation in China.”

Brad thought that last statement was patronizing as hell, but let it go for now. He still itched all over from the hot days dressed in a wool Buddhist cloak. He yearned for the bath house to relax and cleanse the soul and body. He loved the East and felt more than comfortable in Asia. Sadly, he thought, we better go home and see if we can put this killer behind bars or, better yet, in a cemetery. He felt a rage brewing in his lower bowels that only a death would satiate.

That night laying on a futon with Sujin they talked about photography, her career in the business, their child being born; and the need for Brad to continue his quest for what is right in the world: freedom. Rocky lie next to their snoring and at peace with the world; probably dreaming of Sandy and their offspring. Brad reached out and rubbed Rocky making the dog give off moaning sounds. Brad said to Sujin, “I know the China operation was important, but I feel used and it gets my gall thinking the political big wigs can play football with the little people.”

“I don’t completely understand your words, but I feel what you say. You always do what is right and your team knows they come first in your world. I say to you, my husband, take a fresh look at the serial killer and chances are you will see something plain as day you missed before.” Brad hugged her and lay in her arms falling asleep dreaming of their baby to come. Like Rocky, he was at peace with the world, as if only a few hours of sacred time were available.

The next day they all flew back to the USA. A direct flight took them to Seattle and Nancy met them at the airport. She’d asked Brad by phone if he would take the time to meet with her before taking the NASA jet back to North Bend. He agreed and now they sat upstairs in the airport having something to drink in an airline lounge for first class passengers. The door was locked with a sign that said “Fresh Paint, sorry closed.”

Nancy gave them the details of the Arden murders and Brad and the team listened carefully. Brad was a little impressed by John and his disguise as a postman. At the end of the meeting he invited Nancy to come to Oregon and she agreed.

Chapter 17

November, a year to the date when Steve stood standing on the shore waiting for Brad to come down from Fish Rock where he first heard the news from his boss wanting Brad and his team to take on the job of finding the serial killer roaming around Southern California killing old people. The rain was beginning to fall sideways as the wind from the Pacific storms, once again made its presence known to the Batt Team housed in the Round House on the coast of Oregon.

Brad was telling his team, along with Nancy who represented the FBI as a special agent in charge, that this would be their last chance of stopping the Senior Killer. Nancy had brought a copy of John’s letter to the newspaper and they were in the process of discussing it now with Nancy once again is reading it while the rest of the team held copies follow her reading:

“DEAR READERS, BY NOW YOU HAVE THE NEWS OF ARDEN WHERE I GOT LUCKY

AND HAD A TWO FOR ONE SALE. THIS WAS SO EASY AND YOU THE FBI AND BRAD

AND HIS TEAM OF MISFITS KNEW I WOULD BE IN ARDEN. I HAVE CLOSED THE

‘C’ AND….WELL, OK READERS HERE IS A CLUE WHERE YOU MIGHT FIND ME

WEARING A TALL HAT AND RIDING A BROOM: HUGE PLANE MADE FOOLS.

SENIOR JOHN

Nancy laid the original down and looked at the team. She could faintly hear the rain and wind pounding the house. The storm was full force and the same feeling were in Brad’s stomach. He sucked in his breath and looked at his team one by one except Sujin who was resting in their bedroom. Also it wasn’t the storm pounding on the house, it was John pounding on his head that made Brad perk up and say rubbing his temple with one hand and petting Sandy with the other, “Billy. The clue. What do you think?”

“I think it is a simple one anyone could figure out. A huge plane is Howard Hughes [huge] and the ‘Spruce Goose’ is parked at the plane museum in McMinnville, Oregon. If you take the first letter of McMinnville and the last you have ‘ME.” His next stop is McMinnville, Oregon.”

“And of course Halloween is the day he will seek his next victim,” agent Jones said as he petted one of Sandy’s pups that was lying on his lap. “What kind of a plan can we put together on Halloween when people are having parties, kids are roaming the streets. Any kind of a costume would not be suspicious; we will be looking for a ghost that kills.”

Brad, who was now up walking around scratching his short haircut he needed for playing a monk’s role, said, “Guys I’m open for anything to talk about here. I think we need a run on the beach to clear our minds and open our blood channels for fresh oxygen to address this complicated case.” Sandy heard beach and stood at attention as her pups scrabbled to join her. About the same time, Sujin came out of her bedroom dressed in sweats, which had become her usual dress as of late.

“Let’s go everyone,” Sujin said with a smile on her face while she zipped up her dark green rain coat with an attached hood.

Nancy told her she would walk on the beach and talk about kids, while the joggers pounded the sand with their running shoes. Billy took the opportunity to dash upstairs and out next to the door for a smoke or three. Brad noticed Billy didn’t have his usual jovial attitude and inwardly smiled knowing Billy and his friends had been working on the clues and were close to some new information. Only Brad knew why Billy smoked so much. He did his best thinking drawing great gobs of smoke sending nicotine coursing through his veins. He wouldn’t be surprised to find out when they returned some new developments in the case.

Rocky was not a happy German Shepherd when they all took off down the trail to the beach with the pups barking up a storm carrying their barks away on gale force winds. Salt air greeted the runners and walkers as they hurried down the trail in the late afternoon. The rain stung their eyes as once on the beach they headed south this time to feel the sting of the needle like rain on their faces. Sujin and Nancy walked north for protection from the rain coming from the southwest. The storm was too severe to talk so the girls, after a short walk up the beach found some shelter behind a large rock that was only the top of a much larger rock under the beach. Nancy said to Sujin, “How are you and the baby doing?”

“Much better than I thought I would be doing. Mother was a big help and of course I do my yoga exercises twice a day. My balance of Yin and Yang is good. I’m fine, but I’m worried about Brad and the team. This by far is the most difficult case to date and it is taking its toll on my husband. His having to appease the political side of things while doing what he thinks is necessary to catch the guy, even though this guy seems to come and go at will has put a real strain on my husband.”

“Yes,” Nancy said while drawing lines in the sand with a walking stick she had picked up off the beach, “I feel a hundred year old these days. My boss is not helping matters yelling at me from Washington telling me how many phone calls come in wondering what the FBI is doing about the Senior Killer. That is one reason I readily agreed to come down here to get away from his phone calls.” To accentuate the point she was making, a powerful gust of wind whipped around the rock bring with it mixed with the rain sea water that both tasted on their lips as they dropped their heads down to their chests. Both decided it was time for some hot tea sitting on the floor next to the wood stove where the elements were not so bad; only the gloom of the case hung over like the dark clouds racing across the sky.

The team jogged along together feeling the salt spray of the wind whipped sea mix with the sweat of running. It salt water burned their eyes, but all endured while driving their bodies to the limit. Brad and Mike were in a race to see who gave up first with agent Jones and Wendy not far behind. They were running as close to the surf as possible because that is where the sand was the hardest. Not always did they time it right with the ebb and flow by the sea. Wet feet and sand laden shoes rubbed like sandpaper against the skin of their feet. All felt the pain and none cared. It was like they were on a mission and come hell or high tide they were going to take Senior John to the sand.

***

Senior Killer John was just coming through the small town of Roy, Washington just a few miles north of Yelm and the turn off to the Bald Hill Road. He was going home to visit his brothers. Now was the time to throw a real monkey wrench into the case by having two kills at the same time. He turned left on Vail Road to Four Corners where the Bald Hills Road went east to his pig farm. He was driving his SUV and would park in a different location than before. From there he would walk through the woods just as it was getting dark to the barn. Just as darkness was the feeding time for the pigs and he knew one brother would be working in the barn at that time. Thirty minutes later after parking on an old logging road, with his boots on looking like a pig farmer he made his way to the barn knowing the FBI still had a stakeout on the farm. His rage was building again inside him and by the time he sneaked into the barn he was about to tell his brothers the plan to rock the country with a double killing on Halloween night.

His brother never batted an eye when he saw John in the barn. The pigs were squealing and the smell not so bad as the rain kept the strong smell of pig waste and rotten food to a minimum. His brother told him the stake out car was just down the way a little bit and that it was no problem to sneak into the kitchen and down the stairs to the safety of the room that was more home to them than the upstairs. The brothers enlarged the room and it was complete now with power. Nobody knew they were triplets and not twins. Their mother had a midwife deliver the babies and after she had left, mother had another smaller one pop out. Birth certificates for two not three were made out. Why, nobody knew but the father and mother and neither one were alive to tell the tale. The last one was a little retarded, but capable of taking care of the pigs and self if left alone. He lived under the kitchen and took his food when there was a knock on the floor.

John was the oldest and the one his brothers followed as to what he said. The three of them sat under the kitchen listening to John’s plan for his brother to make a kill on his own. They talked for a few hours and John left the way he came to head to the coast of Oregon where he knew the Batt Team were planning making a plan for McMinnville.

Back at the Round House that was exactly what the team was doing. An idea that Billy had was being discussed around the floor table while they ate dinner. By now the team was used to the pungent smell of Kimchee. At first Wendy, Nancy and agent Jones thought the smell of fermented cabbage revolting, but now it blended nicely with the spicy smells that went with the traditional side dish. Tonight the air was filled with garlic and onions cooking on a gas BBQ while tender beef strips that had been marinated in the saga that was similar with a Teriyaki cooked while they talked about Billy’s idea of holding a Senior Halloween party where John just might show up thinking it was easy pickings on Halloween night.

Mike said, “We could have two of us at the door taking tickets and,” while he thought about it rubbing his hair that was similar to Brads cut, “how do we know when someone leaves with him that they aren’t leaving with a friend or wife or whatever?”

“Darn good question,” Brad said while rubbing Rockies belly. Sandy had the night shift with her pups and Rocky was in heaven now that all the team was in one place so he could relax while they ate. “We need to figure out some kind of system for checking ID leaving. What could we come up with that wouldn’t scare our John off?”

Agent Jones said with a mouthful of beef, “I’m not liking this idea very much. I think we have too many loose ends and not enough control over the situation.”

“Do you have any other ideas agent Jones,” Brad said trying to keep his tone of voice soft and inviting.

Agent Jones squirmed a little and took a sip of tea and said, “Well, it is kind of a far out idea and I haven’t thought it all the way through, but what do you think of this idea,” and he told them about having a special showing of the Spruce Goose with a special person who knows the complete and step by step of the conception of the idea to its first flight.” He looked around the table at each of them to see what or how his idea was being accepted.

“Agent Jones,” Mike said excitedly, “I think you are on to something here. I like it. We could control the incoming and outgoing. We need covert cameras along with stills to see who is what car and when that car is leaving if it has more than when it came in, maybe we have our man.”

“Hey we can have the FBI trailer set up for receiving the video along with a digital hand held camera with a direct feed to a computer. License plates and what else,” Billy asked while reaching for a cigarette forgetting he was in a non-smoking house.

Wendy said, “I really like it and if we add golf carts to ferry the seniors around we can also have our FBI agents drive the carts. Make it look like it is open and all are free to wander around, but in fact it is a crab pot to catch the crab: no escape once in”

Brad’s pacing stopped when agent Jones started the idea of a historical look at the Spruce Goose and other planes at the museum Then he resumed his place listening carefully to the discussion. He sat there and smiled once he heard where it was going.

For the next hour they kicked around the many details of the operation which by then was accepted as a go. Nancy was making notes on her laptop fast and furious as details were flying around the group it was hard to keep up. She took a break and a deep breath thinking how a run and walk on the beach came up with an almost foolproof method of catching John the serial killer; or so they thought.

***

John drove down I-5 to Portland, Oregon. South of Portland he took 99w towards the coast on his way to highway 101 and down to Bandon by the sea. First he wanted to check out McMinnville and then relay via a cell phone to his brother. He’d given his brother a cell phone and showed him how to use it when he stopped off at the pig farm. Nearing McMinnville he took the Dayton bypass road that led to the airport and connected with 99w to the coast. He took the time to visit like a tourist and left of his view of Brad’s Round House. Before he left he called his brother to give his thoughts on the airport and security that surrounded it. He told him the picking looked good as lots of old timers were wandering around looking at the giant Spruce Goose and other planes of interest. The plan was set and he drove off into the sunset for his date with a view of his nemesis.

John drove the speed limit at all times. His alias Clyde Walker of Wenatchee, Washington was bona fide along with a passport. He had two more stashed in a safety deposit box in two other cities. But for now he was he was happy, but a long trip was ahead of him. When he reached highway 101 he turned south and drove through what is known as the “Twenty Miracle Miles.” This was a section of the highway where small towns joined each other is a strip along the beach highway for tourists. Motels sat on the beach shore; restaurants with giant windows overlooked the beach and ocean; and of course the ubiquitous tourist shops to browse until you moved to another place just like the one you just stopped at.

John made his way down to Newport, a fair size town on the coast before he stopped for the night. He would get an early start and be in Bandon about two hours after the sun came up. But now heavy rain and wind beat against his windshield and he was happy to hole up for the night as dark set in.

Chapter 18

Brad and his running team were running on the beach about two hours before daylight. The storm had abated and now low clouds drifted across the calming sea. Seagulls were out in force seeing what was to eat after the storm surge left wounded clams and small crabs dotting the beach. Only a slight wind was blowing onshore as they headed back up the trail to the Round House feeling good that both the exercise and a well-made plan felt good. Wendy looked at her watch and it was close to six am as they entered the house. Sandy and her brood were on shift with Rocky running with them. At eight am Rocky would replace Sandy as point dog for the day.

It was Rocky who alerted the team as they just finished up breakfast about nine am. What he spotted was someone about three hundred yards away up on a high dune among the scrub pines looking through field glasses down upon the Round House. Rocky was trained to be aware of stationary people, but people walking the dunes were rare and a person not moving alerted his senses that something was not right.

John had left Newport long before daylight and arrived in Bandon at about eight am. From his map he found the Beach Loop road and made his way to where at a gas station he learned of the strange house about three miles or so off to the west of the Beach Loop road past the golf course. John had a good idea where it was as he passed a side road that looked like no other he had seen driving slowly down the road. He went passed it about a quarter mile to a parking lot for beach combers to make their way to the beach. He climbed the sand dune and walked along the ridge through the scrub pines until he came to where he could see to the north across the small creek that ran into the sea, sitting on a bluff the Round House. As soon as he spotted the house he quickly ducked down and crawled along the opposite side of the dune until he felt he was close to where he could get a good view of the house. John made his way slowly with his large spotting scope in his back pack. Once on top, hidden fairly well he set up his spotting scope and looked down at the Round House some two hundred fifty yards away.

For twenty minutes he looked down as the sun tried to break through the drifting clouds rushing inland. The sun was off his right shoulder and no reflection off his glass should be noticed. The first thing he saw was a large dog with three pups in the front yard. Two cars and a van sat in a gravel parking lot in front of the house. He saw a trail leading down to the beach across the side hill of the bluff. One nice spot for a house, he thought. No doubt the security was about the latest technology as he settled in for a long watch until about noon he thought. He’d brought a sandwich along with him and some bottled water. A heavy coat made of Gore-Tex to stay warm and dry if it rained

After watching the house he thought about the written letter to the Batt Team and would mail it from the Bandon Post office. Then his plan was to meet up with his brother at the truck stop just north of Salem off I-5. Some movement caught his attention as a man walked out of the door making John’s heart pound with excitement knowing he was looking at the leader Brad Pratt at his own home with the Senior Killer watching him through a spotting scope. Another large black dog was left outside while the other tan dog and her pups went into the house.

He focused on the large black dog who first did a three sixty of the house and then sat staring up at him! John never moved an inch while the dog sat and looked his direction. Fear and adrenaline raced through his body knowing if spotted the chase was on. Before he left the motel he borrowed some Oregon plates for just this trip. If he had to make a run for it, he didn’t want Washington plates standing out like a red flag to local and state police. If discovered he was sort of boxed in. South on 101 where no roads east were available until the Oregon California border; or back north on 101 of Coos Bay; and what was an unlikely option was a highway that went to Coquille from Bandon and then highway 42 to Roseburg and I-5.

About the time he decided to pack it in the black dog set off the alarm and after setting off the alarm raced down the side of the bluff directly towards him. John left the scope and raced down the back side of the sand dune falling head over heels rolling to a stop at the bottom of the hill next to the parking lot. Completely out of breath and the hair standing up on his neck knowing the dog would be on him in only seconds. Dragging his car key out, pressed the unlock button, he jumped in and was off out of the parking lot when the black dog entered the parking lot just behind him. The dog chased for a few seconds, but looking in his mirror, he saw the dog give up the chase and turn around trotting back home. John’s hands were shaking and his heart was about to come out of his chest he thought. He tried to settle down and drive safely, but realized he was driving way too fast as he rounded a sharp corner to the left and then down a steep hill, back up the other side and came to a stop sign on highway 101. A sign pointed left to Bandon and to the right and south to Port Orford. He turned left and found he had slowly come back to normal as he drove the speed limit back to Bandon about four miles north.

Back at the house after the alarm went off, Brad and Mike like a shot out of a cannon were out the door with guns drawn one rolling to the left and coming up in a shooters position while the other did likewise to the right. The other members of the team where hot on their heel; Brad off to the right saw Rocky racing up the side of the sand dune across the creek making a line to the top of about a two hundred foot wall of dunes that ran south for many miles. By this time Sujin had out a four wheel drive small pickup truck with large tires for beach driving or muddy roads. Brad ran to the truck with Mike as Sujin jumped out and ran to the cable crossing. Gravel is flying and off they went knowing whether it was most likely would head south and then south again in 101. Brad after hitting the Loop Road, turned right, went a quarter mile, stopped and looked into an empty parking lot and then raced south. Both of them knew it was a lost cause, but turned left at the stop sign on 101 and drove safely into Bandon.

Brad found his brother in law and reported an unknown person or persons probably spying on his place from the parking lot near his place. Chief of Police Lane radioed his officers in the field to be on the lookout for anyone looking suspicious. All of them knew it was a lost cause and fruitless to go on a witch hunt. They said goodbye and drove home. Rocky meanwhile had found the spotting scope and brought it home. Agent Jones dusted it for prints and after some time made a match: John Mitchell, the Senior Killer.

Back home Mike and Brad reported what little they knew to the team. Rocky, meanwhile was a hero and strutted around with his head held high. Sandy realized he did something important and showed her submissive side to him while the pups played together chasing tails and rolling in the short grass in front of the house. They all agreed he was going and would not be back anytime soon.

John mailed his letter and left town through Coquille and east on highway 42 to connect with I-5 north to meet his brother at the truck stop at Wood Burn between Salem and Portland. That location gave John’s brother access westbound to McMinnville and for John to connect with I-84 east bound for his intended location in Central Eastern Oregon.

Back at the beach house, plans and details gone over a hundred time about the operation in McMinnville, Billy was working on the word puzzle as usual with his friends on the internet. Billy after a consensus of opinion with his friends, he went upstairs to have a smoke and think about what he had found out. Brad noticed the look on Billy’s face as he and the rest of the team were either sitting around drinking tea or looking out the window at the coming storm that was brewing just off the coast.

Brad sitting on the floor next to the wood stove had Rockies head in his lap gently rubbing his head and scratching his ears. An occasional ray of sun broke through the oncoming dark clouds doing a light show through the windows casting shadows across Wendy and Nancy as they stood at the windows talking. Steve sat in his usual spot of the sofa thinking about how this would be the last time of trying to stop the serial killer with an operation such as this one. His boss had made it plain enough an hour ago when he called to report the details and overall plan of the “Spruce Goose” operation. Now he had his long fingers combing his thinning hair in thought as Brad watched his friend handle the stress he too felt coming. We have to catch this guy now, he thought while one of the pups climbed onto his lap for a little attention.

In the kitchen Sujin and her sister along with the old Korean lady were putting together a Korean dish called Bip in bop. It is a vegetable dish served in a stone pot with rice on the bottom, vegetables layered on top of the rice with a fried egg on top. With a hot red sauce you mix it all together to make a really healthy meal. The smell coming from the kitchen made your mouth water. It was a perfect meal to greet the wind and rain that would make its debut about dark.

Billy came in with a small cloud of blue smoke dragging behind him. He stayed in the foyer a minute or so to let the smell of his cigarette drift off and be overwhelmed by the spicy smell from the kitchen. His eyes met first Brad and then Mikes as he walked over and sat down next to the wood stove while two of the pups gathered around him wanting him to play with them. Billy had long arms and played with the pups as he was looking at Brad with glazed over eyes deep in thought. Finally, while one pup was chewing on his arm, he said, “I’m going to leapfrog here a little and then I will play with the map, but I think if we use McMinnville as the ‘Me” and then the ‘If’ is Fossil, Oregon. The only other town that has its start with an ‘F’ is French Glen. No towns or cities start with an ‘I’ in Oregon that I know of”

By now all had drifted to the stove as the sky darkened and the first drops of rain splattered against the windows. Brad said, “If you say so Billy we will run with that as being his next stop if we don’t stop him in McMinnville.

Mike chipped in with a what if kind of thing and said, “I would guess,” as he looked at the ceiling for an answer, “it would be a ten hour or more drive to Fossil using the freeway east bound to highway 395 and then down to Fossil if I remember right.”

Wendy, sitting down next to Billy and playing with one of the pups said, “Let’s assume this would be his last stop. Fossil that is. From what you are saying Billy,” as she looked at him, “Fossil is a very small town with only three ways in or out. He’s practically left him no escape route. Could this be his where he meets his demise? What I mean is, we now have the ‘Catch’ and if McMinnville is ‘Me’ and Fossil is ‘If’ and ‘Can’ is in California, the game is up, over finished and, think about it, Fossil is a perfect metaphor for his ending.” Silence except for the kitchen and the pups growling while playing with Billy. Steve was all ears and stood up taking his sport coat off as the wood stove was putting out a lot of heat, or was it his belief that it might soon be over.

“Clean the area,” was heard from the kitchen as dinner was ready. Sujin sat down with not her usual grace from the bulge in front of her with Brad. Billy put the pups outside with Sandy and washed up in the kitchen while joking with the old Korea lady saying what lovely skin she had, holding his stark white skin against her brown arm. No more talk as they enjoyed the Korean food and side dishes.

After dinner a relaxed time as they looked over maps and played devils advocate back and forth next to the wood stove while the storm increased outside. Billy had his lap top and was e-mailing his friends who continually searched for possibilities into the night. Steve left to make a phone call or two and Mike headed home to his farm and Julie. Sujin took a hot bath soaking in the tub rubbing her stomach that now stuck out of the water if she arched her back. She closed her eyes and thought about after they had flown out of the mountains and made their relationship bloom on the beaches of India.

For the first few weeks they did nothing but sleep and wait for his leg wound to heal. India had good doctors and soon he was moving around like his old self. No running, doctors’ orders that would come later, so they swam in the ocean and ate good food. They had a beach bungalow under some coconut trees and when they weren’t swimming they talked. She talked about her family and he did the same. By the end of the first month they were lovers and best friends. She found him very sensitive and a caring person. She knew it wasn’t false because his eyes would betray him if he lied.

Then by the end of the second month they flew by military plane to Guam and from there after a medical check up, they flew to Washington DC. Sujin remembered vividly meeting Steve the first time. He was as gracious as he was honest. He and Brad were tight and shared an honest and frank relationship. A month later a team was formed and the rest is history, as she laid in the tub thinking about the new life growing inside her.

Brad came in just about the time she was nodding off. He sat on the side of the large tub which had a power jet for tight muscles when needed. She looked up at him through her almost black eyes and said, “Do you think we will catch him?”

“Yes, I think we stand a better than even chance of nailing him in McMinnville, but something is bothering me and I can’t put my finger on it. Somehow I think it is a trap of sorts, but don’t know how to explain how I feel. Early in the morning I will go for a run and see if shakes it out after a heart pounding run to the jetty. Nancy is leaving tomorrow for Portland. She will take care of a lot of details and with only a few weeks to prepare, she needs the time. We will do the publishing work at the event and find the expertise to give the historical look at the giant plane made of wood. Other than that, we just sit and wait for the pumpkin day,” as he stripped down to join her in a hot bath, and some other things that needed attention.

Chapter 19

Sitting in the truck stop’s restaurant listening to truckers talking on the phones provided by the establishment at the booths, the brother’s Mitchell sat talking over a hot turkey sandwich. John had rented a room at the motel adjacent to the truck stop. They would stay here until it was time to make their move.

At the McMinnville airport a flurry of activity was going on making preparations for the upcoming Halloween day event for mostly Senior’s. Advertisements in newspapers and even spots on television made the event become popular. In addition the media added a warning to beware of someone you didn’t know as the serial killer was still roaming free. The Mitchell brothers smiled when they saw the ads on TV. The pickings would be good and the more people there the better to hide among, was their thinking.

Down on the coast the team spent most of their time discussing the case and or on the beach either rock climbing, running or just walking. Sujin was feeling left out as she would stay home this time around. Nancy had kept them informed on a daily basis and agent Jones was on location representing the team. Billy continued his research and nothing new came up.

Now was show time. The actors were in place and on the morning of Halloween, Brad’s teams were in disguise as grounds keepers going around in an electric golf cart tending the trash. Billy was in the FBI van tucked into a hanger behind a false wall monitoring the traffic coming in or going out. Security was tight and a life size picture of John was prominently displayed at the entrance warning all visitors to be careful.

Paul Mitchell waited in line to enter the airport under the assumed name of an ID John had given him. A driver’s license was included. His disguise was simple and effective having been shown how to do it many times over before the day to leave for the airport. The day before John had left for Fossil and he spent the night in The Dalles, Oregon just off the I-84 freeway next to the Columbia River. Next day at ten am he sat in Fossil at the local cafe drinking coffee and reading the newspaper dressed like a tourist going elk hunting up in the area of the Columbia Basin.

His story was fact finding as he was new to the area and heard that Fossil old timer’s knew the ways to hunt what the Indians called the elk: ‘The wily ghost. ’ He knew there must be lots of road hunters and coffee hunters hanging around the local cafes swapping lies. By noon he struck gold as two old timers came in looking fresh from Portland with new hunting clothes on from head to foot. Time for another two for one sale, he thought.

At the airport in McMinnville, every car that entered was checked for how many occupants and all ID’s were checked. Each license plate was checked against their registration. The FBI van was logged into a main frame so checking the license plate against the registration was fast and efficient. Cameras from both sides and front recorded each passenger and it were noted how many in each vehicle.

It was Paul’s turn to pass through the checkpoint and had his license and registration ready as the sign said. The security guard was friendly and to Paul, it seemed easy as the security guard barely looked at the license and registration. However, he was fooled as the guard was FBI and quick to check the details in front of him. It was a ruse to make the Senior Killer feel that the security was lax, but in fact is was as tight as a bow string on a fiddle. Paul parked where the parking attendant, also an FBI agent directed him to. Paul put on a baseball that had a picture of a Boeing 747 on the front and if anyone was to guess his age, somewhere in the early sixties was his appearance. He locked his car looking around the large area and large signs pointed the way to start the tour from. A roped off area and a booth was manned by another FBI agent who sold tickets for entry and a brochure schedule of events and times. Paul thought this was going to be fun and he couldn’t wait to see the giant Spruce Goose.

After buying his ticket he looked at the people around him and saw lots of old folks mixed with parents of kids at the show. Paul looked up at the cloudy sky and saw a bi-plane with a large banner streaming behind it advertising the event. No rain was forecast, but cloudy skies and fairly warm temperatures for the end of October made the event seem very nice for Paul and his potential victim. For the next hour he wandered around walking like an old man like he practiced time and time again at the motel with his brother. The main event with the speaker was set for one pm and hundreds of chairs sat to the side of the giant plane with a large platform for the speaker to address the crowd from. Paul looked at his watch and saw it was just eleven am. Now was the time to seek out a senior who was alone and not so grouchy looking to talk planes with.

Senior Killer John sat watching the two guys having lunch and a map of the area talking hunting elk and where they might go. John had the same map and he quickly looked for a remote road to take these two hunters into the hills for a last look at Nature before they made their way to the happy hunting grounds, as he laughed to himself. This was going to be too easy and thought about his brother and him doing it at the same time. What would the stupid FBI and that Batt Team think of this turn of events? He thought as he folded up his map and made ready to walk out of the cafe following the two old gents to their vehicle. He subconsciously felt his Marlin spike next to his leg in its holster and a small 32 caliber handgun if the two gents needed a little persuasion to not fight the inevitable outcome: death at the hands of Senior Killer John.

The two old timers finished their lunch and one went to pay the bill while the other one waited at the door for him. John followed suit and waited while the older looking of the two paid the bill and when he turned to leave he smiled said hello. John paid his bill and followed them out the door to the parking lot next to the street. He saw a new Suburban with a camp trailer attached to the back of the vehicle. Nice set up, he thought. John quickened his pace and said, “Hold up a minute guys, I see you have the same map I do,” as he held him up for them to see. The older of the two was standing at the passenger door while the other was preparing to get in. Wordless they waited for the hunter to approach and John could see a wary look in the old guy’s eyes. “Have you guys hunted this area before?” He asked.

“No we haven’t,” the younger one said. “This is our first time in this area, but we have hunted down in the John Day area before. We thought we might drive around and find a place to camp out and look the country over.”

John felt he had them and continued with a friendly smile, “I was going to do the same thing, but my partner failed to show up and now I was kind of looking for someone to hunt with,” he said with downcast lonely eyes appealing to the pity.

The younger one looked at the old guy and the older man shrugged his shoulders saying it was fine by him if this guy wanted to tag along. So it was decided John would lead the way up a road he saw and had been on in the years past. John got into his SUV that was packed with all the things necessary to look like a hunter in the back. They drove out to highway 19 and headed down towards the southeast which is known as the John Day highway. About five miles out of town John spotted the road he had marked on his map and turned left with the two victims following him. His excitement grew as they wound their way uphill into the mountains. About an hour later on top of a mountain, in a grove of pine trees a nice camping place sat vacant. John pulled in and the suburban followed. John stood by his SUV while the two guys jockeyed their camp trailer into a nice spot. After unhooking the two guys told John they would like to drive around looking the area over now that they trailer was unhooked. They told their new friend they had lots more room in their rig and how about John riding with them. John jumped at the chance and soon they were driving slowly on the narrow logging road with John in the passenger seat and the older man in the back sitting behind him.

Back at the airport in McMinnville, Paul had found an old timer who was there on his own. He’d taken a bus to the event and lived in Newberg not so far way on the highway to Portland. Paul was playing the role to the hilt and excitement was mounting as he thought about sending the Marlin spike his brother gave him up into the guy’s brain. He flashed back at his last kill. He was chosen to kill their mother while father was in town drinking at the tavern. They would tell father she had run away, which she had threatened so many times before. Father would beat the hell out them, but the mother would lay the wood of a whip like branch she had placed by the old cook stove. It stung like all get out and it raised welts like a strip dark red across white skin. The plan was set on the day father went to the feed store and to the tavern. It never failed when he came home to choose one of them to beat the hell out of then made one of them drop their pants while he stroked his member with pig fat and abused one of the brothers.

A rage was building with Paul and he fought the urge to lay waste to this guy right here in front of the crowd. Old people were so mean and their words stung like bee stings when they talked to young people. He agreed with his brother that when a person reached sixty, time to pass on. He was more than glad to help rid the senior population. Now his big brother gave him his opportunity to begin his own career of killing old folks

Paul’s friends name was Howard and he lived alone in a small house on the outskirts of town. He was retired from the fruit factory in town and lived a solitary life doing nothing. He was happy to be here today and it was obvious to Paul his memory of where he was and what he was doing was not so good. Paul saw a man walk to a microphone and the historical story of the Spruce Goose was about to begin.

Meanwhile at the FBI trailer Nancy and the other agents, including Billy looked at the computer printouts and all agreed now the hard part was ahead of them: waiting. Also to make sure if the killer made a run for it, a block or so outside the gate of the airport was now lined with police cars bumper to bumper and men were in place to lay a mat strip of nails to flatten the tires of a vehicle in a car chase. By the time word came to them the killer was making an escape attempt, they would have time to stretch the nails across the road and the police cars lined up would act as a funnel.

Billy was outside the trailer chain smoking listening to the faint sound of the guy giving the history lesson. All was quiet as only a few cars trickled in and most of them had more than one passenger. Everyone had about an hour to wait as the speech drug on before the cars started to leave as that was the last event for the day.

Driving along the ridge top of a large mountain, the air was crisp and clear. Not a cloud in the sky and no wind to speak of. Inside the suburban, John was talking a mile a minute and had his thermos of coffee with knock out pills ready to share with the two gents from Portland. If they drank the coffee, it would be all over in a matter of minutes. With two of them the knock out pills was the best way to do this kill. While he noticed a wide spot to pull over John suggested they stop and take a look with glasses at the possibility of seeing some elk. Both agreed as they pulled over while John handed the older guy in the backseat a cup of coffee. While he was reaching across the back of his seat in front with his right hand to pass the coffee, faster than he could remember anyone moving, a pair of handcuffs tightened on one wrist while the car came to an abrupt stop and the driver had his left hand raised up and thrown back to make a neat pair of locked wrists all within a few seconds times. John, having been turned was thrown against the dashboard from the sudden stop his mouth hanging open stared into the meanest set of eyes he’d ever seen. It didn’t take but a fraction of a second to recognize the dog and knew the game was up.

The Spruce Goose event was over. The crowd slowly made their way to their cars and pickup trucks. Most of the vehicles had more than one person in them. Parents brought both kids and grandparents to see the show.

Paul and his new friend Howard walked to Paul’s car. He helped the old guy in because he was as feeble physically as mentally. The traffic was slow to get out the gate as security checked each car on the way out. Paul felt comfortable with his ID and expected no problems on the way out to Newburg and leaving his new friend staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

In the FBI trailer activity was at its peak. Checking cars with one passenger coming in with more than one going out; or more than what came in for that matter. Two times they thought they had him when one car had an additional passenger. Turned out an old friend was taking a ride with them home. Another one had a single guy coming in, but two going out. In that case two old friends had met and were going for a beer downtown.

Paul was starting to get a little nervous. There was too much activity up front of the long line to get out. However, he was determined to stay the course and complete the mission his brother gave him.

Nancy was pleased about the way it was going. Agents in the field were patrolling the fence line and the checkout was going smoothly. They were, she guessed about half way through. Billy was jabbering like magpies and always reaching for a cigarette when Nancy told him to light up before he drove her crazy. Billy smiled and almost tore his shirt pocket digging out a Marlboro. At the checkout booth all could hear what the agents said while talking to the vehicles leaving.

Only one car was between Paul and the checkout guys. There was one on each side of the car checking ID’s. Now it was his turn as he slowly made his way to the stopping point and rolled down his window. The guy smiled and asked for his ID and the same on the other side with his passenger Howard. About that time from in the FBI trailer an agent said, “Red alert, we got something here with that car at the checkout point. It came in with one person and now has two.”

Nancy came on point and said in her mouth piece which went directly to the agents at the checkout point that something was up and to make sure the stories they were hearing rang true.

Paul had sweat running down his forehead and when his security guard reached up and listen to what someone was telling him he panicked and stuck his foot to the floor and took off like a shot. An alert went out for the make, model and color of the car down the line of waiting police cars. By now the car that was in front of Paul had cleared the end of the line of police cars and that was when Paul from a block away saw some guys dragging something across the road. He kept his foot to the floor and Howard had slipped down in the seat holding onto his open window frame. Paul foolishly thought if he could only make to the end of the line of cars he could maybe get away.

Policemen who witnessed the end of the chase described it this way. The car hit the spike belt and all four tires went flat. The car veered sideways to the left and the driver tried to right the slide and over steered making the car do a three sixty in the middle of the road coming to a rest pointing out. The driver tried to go, but on four flat tires went nowhere. By that time the car was surrounded by police holding guns and yelling to stick their hands out the windows.

At about the same time Nancy and with Billy riding with her drove up to the circle of blue clad police mixed with agents in suits to see, what they thought was John the Senior Killer with handcuffs up against his car. Poor old Howard was cuffed too, but shortly they realized he was the intended victim not the serial killer.

Nancy told the agents to bring him to the FBI trailer for a little interrogation. When she arrived back at the hanger, the members of Brad’s team waited for the suspect to arrive. When he was out of the car Wendy noticed this guy didn’t quite look like the guy she remembered from the pig farm. Oh well, she thought, he is disguised and soon we will see the real face underneath the makeup.

Paul was led up into the trailer and by then he was crying and mumbling about his brother, but he wasn’t making sense as Wendy and the team looked at him sitting on a metal chair while two agents with rags went after his face like a mother with a boy who just ate ice cream and cake. By the time they got him cleaned up, he stopped crying and asked to see his brother. He said, “I need to call my brother. He is expecting a phone call from me as soon as possible.”

Nancy made sure and read him his rights and made sure he understood if he talked to them without a lawyer present any and all….”

He told her yes, he understood and was ready to talk. He looked around for the first time and saw a tall woman talking to him and so many other people staring at him he thought like he was the center of attraction. He sat up straight and stuck out his chest and chin smiling at them like a little kid in a candy store

Nancy said, “What is your name and where do you live?”

He said, with a loud clear voice, “My name is Paul Mitchell and I live in the Bald Hills on a pig farm.”

“What is your brother’s name,” she said looking at Wendy.

“Which one?” He asked.

“How many brothers do you have,” Nancy asked him.

“There are three of us brothers.”

“Names please,” she asked with a smile as he was warming to the discussion.

“The oldest is John, then I’m next, Paul and the last one is Edward. We are triplets.”

“Paul, would you mind if we took your finger prints now?”

“Not at all, I’m glad to help. I’m glad this is over as my head was starting to throb,” as he rubbed his temples. An agent quickly, but efficiently took his fingerprints and found out in a few minutes they were not John’s as suspected. Upon hearing the report all of the team and Nancy smiled at the knowledge of what Brad had guessed right what John the serial killer was going to do on Halloween.

Chapter 20

On the ride back to camp, John sat quietly while no words were spoken until they arrived back where the SUV and camper trailer was parked. Mike unloaded some camp chairs and the three of them sat in a circle. It was cold so Mike built a fire so they could stay warm. John sat and watched not saying a word. Brad was thinking what Wendy had told him if they caught the killer to make him think he was smart and done a good job. That way he would open up if you showed him some respect. Brad took the advice to heart and after the fire started to burn he said to John, “John, I have the utmost respect for your plan and how you carried it out. We appreciate you not making your victims suffer. I’m afraid, John, you gave us too many clues and, well, here we sit on top of a mountain in Eastern Oregon around a warm fire discussing the chase you led us on. Do you know John there was over a thousand agents working on this case. Your operation cost the government over one hundred million dollars. Quite a feat I would say John. If you don’t mind would you tell Mike and I how it all started? No tape recording or anything like that. There are just the three of us sitting on a mountain with no one within a mile of here to hear us talk.”

John sat there looking from Brad to Mike and then to the dog which sat quietly next to his master. John had heard what he said as he looked down at his hands in cuffs between his legs. He raised his hands and showed that he would like them removed as a compromise to his situation. Brad removed the handcuffs and John rubbed his wrists and then held his hands out to the fire as the temperature was dropping fast. It would freeze hard tonight, he thought. Looking up as if it was his last look at life, he said, “It all started when we were kids,” in a voice that at first was what they were used to and then his voice started to change taking on a young adolescent about ten or twelve. A higher voice before puberty, Brad thought. “My daddy would come home drunk and beat us kids for no reason and then locking us in the dark room under the kitchen. The small room only had a dirt floor. It was always cold and pitch black. Daddy had a drop cord with a light on it he would bring into the room when he needed to stick his thing in one of us kids. It hurt so bad and he would slap our bare butts and yell things we couldn’t understand. Most of the time it was Edward who was the youngest and softer than Paul or me” John stopped for a minute and as Brad and Mike were not unused to horror stories, this one ranked at the top of their list for abuse.

John eyes seemed to change a little and his head lolled around on his neck looking like he was struggling with his inner demons. The inner boy went to say, “Momma was no good and no one missed her when we killed her.”

“Where did you bury her John,” Brad asked.

A smile crossed his face and said, “Her bones are in the pig pen. Daddy is there too.” Brad wondered who was buried in the town’s cemetery.

Brad asked him, “Where are Paul and your other brother Edward?”

John played with his fingers and stuck his legs out to warm his feet staring into the fire. After a minute or two, which seemed like an hour he said, “Paul is in McMinnville and Edward is at the pig farm.” His voice changed back to his normal one and it didn’t go unnoticed by Brad and Mike. Now he looked at both Mike and Brad with a smile and eyes that were defiant. Brad realized that Wendy would love to have a shot at his guy and what John didn’t know was Rocky in his collar had a small tape recorder turning slowly on a ninety minute tape.

“John,” Brad asked while he rubbed Rockies head, “Why did you give us so many clues?”

Laughing now he said, “I could have gone on forever and you never would have caught me if I hadn’t given you a clue now and then. It was a game of cat and mouse and it lasted long enough for me to get some revenge for myself and brothers against mean old people who think it is ok to beat the hell out of their children. Now maybe all that have read and watched the news about me and my brothers will not sleep so well thinking about how they treated their kids in the past. It’s over and I’m ready to accept whatever punishment is due. What you hear now is the dominant John and I keep the lid on the others who lurk just under me waiting to have a chance to emerge and say a thing or two. Paul is not that gifted to have more than one inside like me. I have the best of many worlds and what a game sometimes it is to play with people. I can’t wait till a half dozen shrink’s ply their trade with me trying to see what makes me and my others tick. Good luck is all I can say.” He sat there staring into the fire as Mike made ready the camper trailer and suburban to leave. It was growing dark and a cool breeze was moving the tall thin Lodge pole pine back and forth.

Mike brought a red can and set it down next to John’s SUV. Brad stood up and told John to follow him to his SUV. Brad opened the door and told John to sit in the driver’s seat. John did as he was told to take one last look at the beginning of a few stars popping up in the coming darkness. John sat in the seat while Brad told him to hold the steering wheel with both hands. Brad took plastic handcuff ties and connected them to his wrists and steering wheel. Mike took the red can of gas and pour it over John and the rest of it over the back seat and the front seats. The smell of raw gas was strong and deadly. John blinked his eyes from the stinging gas and looked straight ahead. Brad brought from the fire a glowing stick and as Rocky and Mike moved away, threw it in the car and kicked the door shut. A vroom sound followed by a flash of fire consumed the interior and John in seconds. Brad and Mike stood watching John go up in flames and not a shred of pity was felt by either one of them. The world was better off now, but still far being safe with the inevitable knowledge of when the next serial killer arrived on the scene.

They looked on for a few more minutes seeing the charred body of John the Senior Killer and then got in the suburban and drove down the mountain with a bright red glow in the mirrors until the first switch back blocked the burning vehicle and darkness set upon the day.

Stopping in Fossil at a payphone, first he called Steve giving him a brief report and then he called Sujin to tell her it was all over and he would call again from the Portland FBI office to report his next move. Brad walked back to the Suburban and wondered if the world was any safer now than before as they drove the four hours back to Portland in silence. Staring out the window at the black of the evening thousands of stars blinked back possibly telling them all was right in their world.

After a toss and turn night in a motel in Troutdale, Brad and Mike met his team and Steve at the FBI office in Portland. Nancy recapped the Paul story telling them he was in the county jail without the option of bail. He had a court appointed attorney and the court process would continue eventually landing Paul in a mental institution for the duration of his life. His brother Edward was plucked out of his underground room and promptly installed in security institution for evaluation. At the pig farm a backhoe was brought in after the pigs were rounded up and disposed at Yelm’s auction barn. It was decided that the farm would be used for fire practice by the Bald Hills volunteer fire department.

Finally Steve said, “Brad you and I are called to DC for a meeting at the highest level. I suggest the team return to the Oregon coast and write up a detailed report of the case for future study by law enforcement agencies for training purposes. Wendy and agent Jones will accompany the team to Oregon and from now on, if they so desire, they are permanently attached to the team,” as he scooted his chair back ending the meeting.

Brad called Sujin and told her he would be gone a few days back east and that the rest of the team would be today. She never asked him what happened, that would come later in good time. What she did tell him was that little Brad Jr. was kicking like crazy and Sandy followed her around making a pest of herself knowing her delicate state of being with child.

Epilogue

The following morning found Brad and Steve, along with the mystery, portly head of the semi-covert agency in a sitting area next to the Oval Office waiting to see the most powerful man in the world. Rocky sat next to Brad ears up and tongue hanging out watching the people come and go around the waiting area.

Finally it was their turn as the new FBI director left looking like he needed a stiff drink from his meeting with the president. A pleasant looking secretary nodded to the gray hair man and they all made their way into the Oval Office. The president was standing behind his desk and moved around like the political master he was and stuck out his hand to shake their hands making the rounds of all three of his guests and looked down at Rocky and smiled. Also in the room were the two representatives of the AARP. The president introduced them and escorted them to the door smoothly telling them time was up.

He told everyone to make sit down and be comfortable as he moved to sit at his desk. He took a few seconds to look everyone in the eye and said, “The people of the United States want to thank you Brad and your team of professionals. The United States senior citizens can once again sleep because of your diligence in bringing the serial killer to a conclusion. Once again you have proven invaluable to the cause of crime fighting and other special activities we need on occasion. After taking all things into consideration, you and your team are in the forefront or our first line of defense against terrorists and special needs in times of crisis. I’ve increased your budget and you will receive the details at a later time. For now, I personally want to thank you for taking care of a desperate time in our history. Senior citizens are especially vulnerable and need our help.”

The president looked straight at Brad and said, “Now before you leave Washington Brad, we have a special calling for the need of your team to address a very sensitive case involving….” But that is another story.

Content

John: The Senior Killer

Robert C. Waggoner Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Senior Killer…

Chapter 12

GOD I LOVE MY JOB!

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

AND HIS TEAM OF MISFITS KNEW I WOULD BE IN ARDEN. I HAVE CLOSED THE

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Epilogue