Free Opening Moves by Steven James

six feet tall. Brown eyes, unless he was wearing colored contact lenses. He only said four words when I spoke with him last night on Vincent’s portable phone and I didn’t note any distinctive accent. Colleen doesn’t think she could recognize his voice again. I’m not sure I could either. She knew of only one offender, and he took her someplace near or just past the breweries and then to the pier where she was left. The car he used has a trunk. The space he took her to was cold, like an unheated garage or cellar.”
    In my mind I was following the possible travel routes a person might drive from the Hayes residence to the valley where the breweries are. “Based on the nature and sophistication of the crime, it’s probable that the offender has a history of violence. He might already be in the system.”
    “Prints?” Ellen asked.
    Thorne shook his head. “No incriminating ones. Not on the cuffs, not at the house. Nothing.”
    Detective Corsica turned to me. “You sent out a call last night that the suspect had gotten away when you actually had him in custody.”
    “Based on the information we had at the time, we thought a woman’s life might be in imminent danger.”
    “Based on the information you had at the time.” Her tone was condescending and I was getting tired of dealing with Detective Corsica’s attitude.
    “It seemed prudent to let officers search the neighborhood for a few minutes if it meant buying some time to protect Colleen Hayes. I made a judgment call.”
    “So,” she said, “you initiated a waste of time and resources and—”
    “With all due respect, Annise, I don’t consider anything done in the line of protecting innocent life to be a—”
    “What you did was—”
    Thorne raised a hand, a stop sign to cut us off. “Alright, alright, you two. Easy.”
    Annise’s eyes seared the air between us. I let her glower.
    One more thing needed to be said. “There are still enough questions here that I think Vincent needs to remain a person of interest in this case.”
    “Agreed,” Ralph acknowledged, then turned to Thorne. “But don’t release that to the press. If he’s innocent, the last thing we need is having them run him through their meat grinder.”
    Considering the cannibalistic behavior related to these crimes, Ralph hadn’t perhaps chosen the best phrase there, but I figured it was a slip of the tongue. It didn’t sound like he was a fan of the press. I wasn’t one either and I agreed unreservedly with his suggestion.
    We spoke for a few more minutes about which direction to take the investigation and then Thorne said, “So where does all this leave us?”
    Ralph spoke up. “I’ll bring Pat up to speed on the other cases from Illinois and Ohio. Beyond the obvious connection to Dahmer and dismemberment, we can try to see if we can identify any other ties to what happened last night.”
    Yes, the comparative case analysis I was thinking of earlier.
    Thorne slid the papers on his desk into a single stack, straightened it punctiliously. “I assigned Thompson, Holdren, and Lyrie to this. I’ll brief ’em on what we talked about here. They can start following up on the tip list—last I heard we’ve already had seventy-two names called in, plus four confessions. You know how these false confessions go, but we’ll check ’em out. And we’ll scan the DMV records for names of sedan-owning large-framed male Caucasians with brown eyes.”
    “I’ll look at names of felons living in the area,” Radar offered, “see what I can come up with for people with past convictions of assault, or, well, a history of maiming others. Amputating their limbs.”
    I had a feeling that last criterion would make it a short list. At least I hoped it would.
    Detective Corsica motioned toward Ellen. “We can review open kidnapping and missing persons cases in the Midwest. Look for any connections. The FBI will have a lot more on those than we do here.” Ellen nodded.
    Ralph stood. “Good,