Branded for Murder (Scott Tucker Series)

by Dick Waters

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  He had a very tough job. It was hard to concentrate on the work at hand. He was like a disguised wolf, guarding the flock. It was hard for him to clear his mind of his other activities, focusing on what he had to do for hours on end. He made the commitment to himself a long time ago, that he would be the best soldier he could be.

  However, he could never have gone into the military, not in his condition. This was his assignment. He was enjoying it, committed to carrying it out. He no longer cared about the future. When he was finished, his fate with the devil was sealed.

  Last night with Phyllis, he had to admit, he came very close to letting her live. She was adept at giving him things to consider. The more she talked to him, the harder it was to carry out his objective. He needed to be more careful in the future, not to be put in that position. He needed to believe that what he was doing was justified. An eye for an eye, he kept reminding himself, and telling them. The branding was indeed warranted. He remembered his own pain.

  “Sir, are you okay? Do you need me to call for help?” A lovely girl interrupted his thoughts.

  He put the paper down, putting his fist to his chest. “No I’m fine. Thanks for asking. I’ll be okay. It must have been something that didn’t agree with me.”

  Chapter 50

  Paddy called Mike early this morning about another strangling victim. Mike picked up Paul on his way to the scene. They all watched as the locals processed the scene.

  Later, at the office, Paul asked, “Mike, what do you make of what’s happening?”

  He put the newspaper down, shaking his head, but not immediately responding. “We definitely have a new killer on our hands. If there was any question about whether the Kellerman case could be attributed to Vincenti, that has been put to bed now. This killer is just mimicking some of what was public knowledge about the prior killings, adding his own particulars. The hangman knots, the oil, burn marks and actual rape are unfortunately tied to a new killer. What scares me Paul is how many more will he kill before we catch him?”

  Paul picked up the discarded newspaper, looking at the headline announcing a second strangling. “Mike, this is a hell of a way to start the New Year.” He read part of the article again. “Do you think where Phyllis Horton lived only one town away from Kellerman, they might have known each other?”

  He thought about that for a moment. “Well, the killer obviously chose them for some reason. It could have been just a random killing, but you might have a valid point. We should question the families, to see if we can find something linking them. They were very close in age and might have been friends when they were younger.”

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  “Colleen, Paul and I are going to Burlington to meet with the Horton family. I know Paddy is tied up with the AG, but please let him know where we went. I like your outfit.”

  Colleen smiled, and blushed. “Thanks Mike, I’ll tell him when he comes in, or calls. Thanks also for the compliment on my outfit. Do you think it’s appropriate for the office?”

  The white scooped neckline showed more of her assets than he was accustomed to, but he thought it really looked nice. “Colleen, I’m sure its fine. We just have our usual team members here. I’m sure those guys will not mind at all. It might be hard to get them out of here today. The color looks nice on you.” He could see she was blushing more now. “Colleen it’s really okay…I really wouldn’t worry about it.”

  When Paul winked at her, she smiled and bent her head. “I agree with Mike. I’ll see you later.”

  The ride to Burlington took them half an hour, but the traffic was light, given the holiday. The locals had given him the address where Phyllis’ husband was staying, since he was not allowed at the murder scene.

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  After meeting with Mr. Horton for an hour, they had a good understanding of Mrs. Horton’s background and normal routine. Mr. Horton could only provide a minimal amount about his wife’s early life, suggesting they talk with her parents.

  Her parents lived nearby. Although still in shock about their daughter’s murder, they indicated on the phone they would help in any way they could.

  After the customary introductions, Mike asked, “We’re trying to find a link between Karen Kellerman and your daughter. Did you know Karen, or did your daughter know her or ever mention her?”

  Without any hesitation, Mrs. Cosgrove answered, “Oh yes, they were friends growing up, staying in touch with Christmas cards.”

  Her fast response somewhat surprised him. “What can you tell me about that friendship?”

  “Well Mr. Miller, they didn’t go to the same high school, but they first met at a summer camp growing up. They later became camp counselors at the same camp during their late teens. Then they went to different colleges, taking them in separate directions, but like I said, they still talked once in a while, and sent cards and such. Do you think her killer, I mean their killer, knew them?”

  “He might have. What can you tell us about the summer camp, Mrs. Cosgrove?”

  “Honey, what was the name of that camp Phyllis attended?” When she started to cry, her husband handed her a box of tissues.

  “Yeah, let me think a minute,” he responded. After a few seconds, he added, “It was in New Hampshire—it was Pine Knoll or something like that…no wait it was Knotty Pine Camp. That’s it. It was quite a number of years ago you know.”

  “That’s excellent. Can you tell me anything else that might have tied them together?” He thought about his choice of words, but neither of them reacted to it.

  Mrs. Cosgrove responded, “No, that was the only thing they did together, since they were in different towns, but during the summers they were inseparable.” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her husband came over, sat on the edge of her chair, putting his arm around her shoulder.

  “I know this is difficult for both of you, but this is very helpful. May I continue?” Mike asked.

  “Yes certainly,” both responded in unison.

  “Thank you. Without going into too much detail, is there anyone else who was friendly with both of them…possibly another camp counselor?”

  Mrs. Cosgrove put her hand to her forehead, and answered, “You know I remember Phyllis talking about their group. I know there were several others, possibly more. Mr. Miller, let me get her address book, to see if I can remember anyone else.” She started to get up but Mr. Cosgrove had to steady her.

  When they left the room, Paul asked him, “Mike, this sounds like an important link. I wonder if there is something symbolic about the hangman nooses. What do you think?”

  “Maybe. It does sound like the connection goes back to their late teens, since they really haven’t socialized since they were married.” He stopped talking when they came back in the room.

  “Mr. Miller, I found this early address book in her old room. Our granddaughter uses that room when she comes to visit. I’m sure her husband would have a more up to date one if you need it.” She got the words out, immediately breaking down. Mr. Cosgrove passed the address book over to him.

  He started reading the names in the register, spotting three names with references to Knotty Pine Camp. Opening his notebook to a new page, he wrote the names and early phone numbers down. Karen Beauchamp was listed, along with Helen Reynolds and Charlotte Williams. He looked over at the Cosgrove’s, wondering how he would handle losing one of his children.

  “We won’t take any more of your time. I truly want to thank you for taking the time to meet with us. This might just make a difference. I’m also sorry for your loss.” As he stood up to leave, he put the address book down on the end table.

  Paul echoed Mike’s words, “I’m sorry for your loss. Thank you for meeting with us.” He noticed Mrs. Cosgrove was still bent over, with her husband holding her.

  Mr. Cosgrove raised his hand, pleading, “Mr. Miller, please find the man who did this. Please…before anyone else has to go through this same thing.”

  “Mr. and Mrs. Cosg
rove, thank you again. I promise you we will do everything in our power to catch this guy. You have been an enormous help. Thank you. We can find our way out.”

  He looked over at Paul, before starting the car. “Paul I need you to call Phyllis’ husband. We have to check if he can relate these early names with their current names and phone numbers. I suspect Karen Beauchamp is now Kellerman. The other women may be married now also and have different names. Regardless, we need to locate these other two women, and visit with them. They could be in danger. I also think we need to attend the family funeral, to see who shows up.”

  Chapter 51

  We had an incredible six days together. Our extended family of six had many memories of skiing, playing in the snow, skating, and enjoying the many hotel amenities. However, Lisa and I enjoyed our private time. We even had time to read a book, but it was the hardest thing we had to do…the urge interrupted us many times. It seemed like we were actually married. It was a great feeling.

  The time alone gave us the time we needed to learn more about each other, and what we wanted for our future. It was still amazing to me that I had finally met someone who complimented my life so perfectly. If anything ever happened to her, I don’t know if I would ever be the same. I didn’t totally understand the wonderful feeling I got when we were together, but mostly thought about pinching myself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

  I read about the new strangling. I should call Mike to see if they needed my help. However, he gave me specific orders not to call the task force office while I was away. He said they would be there when I got back and to enjoy my vacation—I had earned it. He mentioned my commitment to my cousin, saying I had done an excellent job fulfilling it. He said I had a new commitment to fulfill, and it was important to Lisa to do a good job on that.

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  Lisa was close to me for much of the time heading back to Massachusetts. The roads weren’t that bad and we were making good time. I could see Neil’s head in his station wagon, but the other heads were out of sight. When Lisa curled against the passenger door and fell asleep, it gave me time to think about things.

  First, I wouldn’t trade our time away together for anything. It happened at the best possible time, since the strangler had been captured. Second, it took my mind off all of the rapes and killings, allowing me to enjoy a really special time. I know I have found my partner for life. We have so many things ahead of us, but first we have to complete our education when classes resume.

  Without any other distractions and nothing on the radio, I put on an eight-track tape, enjoying the Platters. That reminded me of our first dance and being close for the first time. I thought about Jackie, not being able to experience the wonderful love I was feeling. Jackie, I’m sorry you’re not with us anymore, but thank you for the many memories of our time together. I’ve met someone you would have enjoyed, and I hope to give her the love you missed.

  Dropping Lisa off at her dorm, I helped the others bring in the suitcases. It was a long drive and we were all tired, even though some slept on the way home. Lisa yawned, trying to hide it.

  Standing in the reception area, I put my arms around her. “Lisa thanks for making this a memorable vacation. I really enjoyed our time together. I wish we were heading back there.” We kissed lightly.

  “Scott, you made our time together really special,” she said. She stopped talking when she looked over my shoulder. When I looked behind me, the guard was watching all of us, but seemed focused on us. She gently pushed me away, turning to see where Judy was.

  I reached out for her arm, inquiring, “Lisa, are you okay?” She looked a mile away, and was looking right through me.

  “I’m fine Scott. I guess I’m just tired…thanks to you,” she said, putting on a smile.

  I wanted to give her another kiss, but she stayed at arms length. “I’ll call you tomorrow night.” She acted so differently from our time together I felt awkward leaving.

  She smiled, answering, “That will be fine.” She walked away from my grasp, going over to whisper something to Judy. Judy looked toward me, or maybe she was looking over at the guard? I waved goodbye to both of them, but they didn’t wave back.

  I had the outside door open, about to leave, when I looked back at the guard for a split second. He must have felt the cold air, and turned towards me. He gestured slightly with one hand and uttered, “I’m glad everyone made it back safely, you have a good night.” I didn’t respond, but from the steps I noticed he was still focused on the girls.

  Chapter 52

  It seemed only a few minutes from when I put my head down on the pillow, but the alarm was crying for help. I had to stare at the time to make sure I was indeed seeing it correctly. I hit the snooze button, laying there trying to wake up.

  The time away with Lisa and the others was great. Although the drive was long, the activities at the Balsams made it very enjoyable. I thought about how much more comfortable Lisa and I were with each other now that we spent six nights together. Lisa even talked all of us into participating in the ‘torch-light parade.’ We didn’t know it at the time we volunteered, but for non-ski patrol members we were given free lift tickets for the balance of our stay. Regardless, it was fun to carry a torch down the mountain with the others.

  I couldn’t delay any longer. I had to get ready to go to the office. I hadn’t shaved for the last four days. Lisa liked my whiskers. I couldn’t stand the itch any longer, and was glad to be shaving them off. Now I recognized the guy in the mirror, but it seemed strange not seeing Lisa’s reflection. I put on a turtle neck sweater, black slacks and headed out. Mrs. Abbott left the newspaper on the steps, as she normally does. This morning I decided to take them with me.

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  I opened the door to the task force office and was greeted by Colleen running around the desk to give me a hug.

  “Scott, we missed you. I’m glad you’re back. I notice you didn’t break any legs. Did you actually go to ski?” she said, with a big smile and a wink.

  After hanging my coat, I replied, “As a matter of fact we did a lot of skiing and some other things. We even carried torches down the mountain for a torch-light parade.”

  Mike came into the reception area. “Who are you carrying a torch for now?”

  “Hi Mike. No, Colleen was asking if we did any skiing. I told her we carried torches down the mountain as part of a torch-light parade. We had a great time. Thanks for letting me get away.”

  He shook my hand. “Scott, you deserved the time away, but you look tired instead of rested.”

  “We were real busy. It was great skiing; it snowed a little every night. There were a lot of things to do up there. I read about the new strangling.”

  “Let’s go in the conference room. I’ll update you on what has happened and what we have been doing. You might want to grab a coffee and doughnut…maybe the coffee will wake you up.” He turned, heading toward the conference room.

  “Colleen you look nice today. Happy New Year.”

  “Thanks Scott, same to you.” She leaned across her desk, whispering, “It’s not the same around here when you’re not here.” She blushed again and quickly sat down.

  “It’s nice to be back. I really had a nice time away with Lisa and her friends. I better go.” I smiled, heading to my desk for my notebook, and then to the coffee area.

  Mike was seated at the conference room table when I came in. “Scott, why don’t you sit over here, so I can show you what we have.” There was a stack of material off to his side and a folder in front of him. We each took a sip of coffee. The coffee for some reason tasted extra good this morning.

  “I have a lot to cover with you, as last week was very busy. Here’s the folder on the Phyllis Horton case. As you must have read, she was strangled. The scene was a carbon copy of the Kellerman murder scene. What you didn’t read in the papers, if you look at the pictures, is that she was branded in the same manner. That’s the close up of the brand. It’s a P with a circle around it
.”

  I studied that photo. The next photo was a slightly further away shot, showing the positioning on her pubic area. I was trying to be professional. The next shot was taken from the foot of the bed, showing her still tied to the bed.

  “Scott, you should be accustomed to these files by now, but I wanted you to see the difference between these and all of the other rape and strangling cases. None of the other cases were at all similar to these last two murders.”

  I looked at the remaining pictures. One showed a close up of one of the hangman nooses used to tie her wrists and ankles to the bed. Some shots showed the oily substance on her body.

  Mike paid attention to where I was in regards to the pictures. “Those show semen on her body. The Medical Examiner did confirm there was semen in her vagina.”

  The next set of pictures prompted me to ask, “Was she strangled with pantyhose?”

  “Scott, that’s interesting you asked. On the surface it looks like she was, but the Medical Examiner report indicates she was actually strangled manually. The pantyhose were put on her throat after she was killed. What’s your first impression of all of this?”

  I thought for a moment, and then responded, “Well, it looks like she was also struck in the face, given the bloody nose. Maybe the killer lost his cool when she struggled, and had to hit her. Maybe she said some things to him, which he didn’t like, and he strangled her manually before he could with the pantyhose. She wasn’t cut at all, so maybe he knew her. Maybe this was not a random killing, but a planned one. I think he might have known Phyllis and the other woman.” I studied the photos again, noticing Mike watching me.

  “If I remember the burn mark in the other case it was a K in a circle, and this is a P. It looks like it’s their initials, or a very strange coincidence. I think the killer made love to these women, and really didn’t want to kill them. However, he came to kill them and had to follow that plan. They were both attractive women looking about the same age…is that correct?”