the murder weapon.â
The girl was flopped forward onto the steering wheel.
Hastings said, âWho found her?â
âThe morning cleaning woman. She told the manager and the manager called us,â Escobar said. âThe M.E. and the technicals are on their way.â
âYouâve spoken with the manager?â
Escobar looked to Deputy Hill, the ranking patrol officer. Hill caught the questioning glance and said, âI did. Heâs waiting in the office, if you want to follow up with him.â
The detectives hesitated.
Technically, it was outside the cityâs jurisdiction. But there was less friction between city and county on such things than there would be between city and federal. For his part, Hastings had always held St. Louis County in fairly high regard. They were a professional outfit, and that could not be said of every law enforcement agency. Good leadership and a culture that did not foster or tolerate corruption kept them clean.
Escobar was a county detective and Hastings was a municipal lieutenant. But they answered to different supervisors. Hastings held no rank over Escobar and they were both aware of this.
Escobar said, âWell, George, I know itâs premature, but do you think this girl was killed by your guy?â
âI donât know yet,â Hastings said. âIâll tell you what weâve got downtown: a young call girl, probably high dollar, strangled by someone she seems to have willingly gotten into a car with. Idonât really have any suspects. My leads are . . . well, sheâs got a long list of clients and we have yet to go through all of them.â
âWas she married?â
âNo. Weâve checked to see if she had an estranged boyfriend. Someone outside of her work. But, again, itâs early.â
Early. They were nearing the end of the first forty-eight hours and they hadnât yet chased down all their leads. In fact, if someone wanted to be blunt, they could argue that they hadnât really started. A sixty-year-old man whom they cleared and allowed to get on a plane. Well, at least they knew he hadnât killed this one.
Yeah, it was still in the early stages, and now another woman had been murdered. A city with a greater population of around two million, yet both detectives were beginning to believe that there was one killer involved. And if that was true, the killer had something of an advantage over them, because he was not waiting around for them to find him. He wasnât staying still. He was looking for his next victim.
Escobar said, âWhat else you got?â
âNot much, Iâm afraid. She worked for Tiaâs Flower Shop. Thatâs an outfit run by Bobbie Cafaza. You know of her?â
âNo. I never worked vice. Is she located in the city?â
âYeah.â
âWe believe this girl works for an agency called Treasures. You heard of that?â
âNo. You?â
âWeâre aware of it. Itâs run out of North County. Spanish Lake,to be specific. Not a madam, but a guy named Roland Gent. Ever hear of him?â
âNope.â
âHeâs a sweetheart. Small-timer. But smart, though.â
âAnyone talked to him yet?â
âNo. Not yet. Listen, George, there may be different killers here. But if not, they may want to create a joint task force. Hell, they might even want to bring the feds in, give âem an excuse to send their behavioral-science guys out here, tell us country boys about astrology and mama complexes and that sort of shit. Why donât I call the chief deputy and you call your chief of detectives and let them decide how to proceed?â
âIâm good with that,â Hastings said. âItâs your county, but would you mind if I spoke with the cleaning lady and the manager?â
âNow?â
âYeah.â
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Hastings corralled the manager and the cleaning woman in the motelâs front