Free The Crucifix Killer by Chris Carter Page B

as he slipped on a brand-new pair of latex gloves. ‘My team didn’t manage to lift a single fingerprint from the house and given what we might be facing again, I’m not surprised.’
    ‘Yes, Carlos told me,’ Hunter said, letting out a disillusioned sigh. ‘How about fibers or something that can give us some sort of start?’
    ‘Sorry, Robert, the house has given us zilch.’
    ‘How can that be?’ Garcia asked. ‘The killer has obviously spent hours torturing that woman in that house. How come he left nothing behind?’
    ‘You said it before, rookie,’ Hunter explained. ‘A secluded location. The killer had all the time in the world to torture her uninterrupted. After she died the killer had all the time in the world to go over the entire house and make sure nothing was left behind. Time is on his side.’
    Doctor Winston nodded.
    ‘How about her?’ Hunter asked tilting his head towards the body. ‘What can you tell us about her, doc?’
    ‘Twenty-three to twenty-five years of age, very healthy. She took very good care of herself. Her body fat was around 14.5 percent, which is athlete low. You don’t need me to tell you about her muscle tone, which means she was probably a gym rat. No operations or implants either, she still had her tonsils and appendix and her breasts were her own. Her skin still feels very smooth even after rigor mortis and the lab analysis showed a high content of humectants, emollients and lubricants.’
    ‘What?’ Garcia asked frowning.
    ‘Moisturizer,’ Hunter replied, trying to end Garcia’s confusion.
    ‘So she moisturized, most women do.’
    ‘Don’t I know it?’ Doctor Winston replied in a mocking voice. ‘Trisha spends a fortune on creams that have absolutely no effect; it’s all a big con if you ask me, but the thing about our victim is that the tests have shown a very high-quality grade of it, in other words, she used the very expensive stuff . . . just like Trisha. My confident guess is that she was well off.’
    ‘Why? Because she used expensive moisturizers?’ Garcia asked.
    ‘Do you have any idea how much they cost?’
    Garcia raised his eyebrows indicating he didn’t.
    ‘A hell of a lot I can tell you. Also have a look at her nails, both hands and toes.’
    Hunter and Garcia checked her hands and feet. Her nails looked very nicely kept.
    ‘I had to remove her nail varnish, standard procedure,’ the doctor continued. ‘Once again, the tests showed a very high-quality product. Her nails were professionally done, judging by the smoothness of the cut and cuticle. Now, manicure and pedicure isn’t really an expensive treatment, but it highlights how much importance the victim paid to her appearance. The hair analysis showed another high-quality-grade product and judging by its condition she probably had a hairdresser’s appointment at least once a month.’
    ‘Is her hair dyed?’ Garcia asked.
    ‘No, she’s a natural blond. Whatever she did for a living, I’d say her appearance played a major part in it.’
    ‘Rich husband maybe?’ Garcia suggested.
    ‘No wedding band and no signs that she’d ever worn one either,’ the doctor quickly dismissed the suggestion.
    ‘So she made good money on her own?’
    ‘It looks that way, yes.’
    ‘Was she raped?’ Hunter asked.
    ‘No, no sexual intercourse for at least forty-eight hours – no lubricant in her vagina or anus, which rules out the possibility of sex with prophylactics – the killer wasn’t after sexual pleasure.’
    ‘Any identifying marks?’
    ‘Nothing . . . she’s got no tattoos, no birthmarks, no scars.’
    ‘Fingerprints?’
    ‘I faxed them to your captain last night so you’ll have them when you get back to your precinct, but I can also access the Central Fingerprint Database from here – no match, she’s not in the system and as you know we’ve got no chance of getting an ID from her dental records.’ Doctor Winston walked over to his desk and quickly fumbled through a few