“Captain Morgan,” Frank nodded. “Thanks for inviting my team.”
The captain sighed heavily and folded his arms across his chest. Anonghos got the feeling he was less than pleased having this team here, but was smart enough to keep his thoughts to himself.
“We have a profile,” Frank said. “The unsub is Caucasian and between the ages of twenty-eight and thirty-four years old. He’s educated and holds a position that requires planning and execution. He’s patient and works alone. However, he’s charismatic enough to get close to these women. He’s filled with anger and hates women, but there has been no evidence of sexual assault prior to the murder. He has had some medical training or perhaps a butcher since he had a knowledge of human anatomy based on his precision in cutting out the organs.”
Some of the officer’s faces paled, but no one made a comment.
Anonghos thought Frank’s profile wasn’t describing the Orion’s competent navigator at all. Daidhl hadn’t had any medical training. In fact, he used to faint at the sight of blood. No, it was the Mistonian who had the knowledge, but he kept silent.
Frank’s partner, James Holmes, chimed in. “The unsub kills his victims swiftly, and he is in complete control during the attacks. Mutilation occurs postmortem. He’s arrogant and brazen, likes to create terror before he murders his victims. He’s had training in using a knife.”
Frank interrupted. “We know he probably works a swing shift, because the victims were killed in the early morning hours or prior to midnight. He lives in this area, because his victims up until now have all been confined to this area.
Anonghos snorted and earned hostile stares from the rest of the men. But what could we say? The smug FBI agents were as accurate as navigating through a wormhole.
“These are lust murders, which don’t have anything to do with love or sexual meaning. The unsub attacks the genital of his victims. In this case, the vagina and breasts are the focal points of his attacks. Generally males who are perform such attacks, are involved in a homosexual relationship.”
Anonghos bit back a smirk. Definitely wrong on that account.
The captain mumbled under his breath, “Something you found amusing?”
“No.” Anonghos managed to keep his laughter contained. Humans referred everything back to sex.
An officer raised his hand. “This sounds like a profile on Jack the Ripper. Is this man copying the murders?”
Frank shook his head. “No. Jack the Ripper was an opportunist killer. He only attacked outdoors except for the last victim. He also only attacked prostitutes. Our unsub has killed an accountant and a school teacher. We still have not identified the second victim, but I doubt that the victim was a prostitute. Jack the Ripper also had worked a day job Monday through Friday, because all of his murders had occurred on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday in the early morning hours.
However, there are similarities between the two. Both killers would have come from dysfunctional families. They both would have been raised by a domineering mother and a weak and passive father, or an absent one. His mother would have drank heavily and enjoyed the company of many men. Consequentially, both men would have become detached socially and emotionally from people. In their younger years, they would have expressed this anger by setting fires and torturing animals.”
Anonghos watched Agnes. She furiously moved her fingers over her iPad and excitement flickered in her eyes. He wished he were standing next to her to figure out what she was doing.
“By perpetrating these acts,” Frank said. “The unsub would have discovered dominance, power, and control, and found a way not to get caught. Based on this profile, we know one thing for certain. He likes when he’s doing. He’s gotten away with it. And he’s not going to stop.”
The captain headed up to the podium. “Thank you, Agent Malloy.” He faced the officers still sitting in their seats. “Now, you’ve heard the profile. We’re dealing with a dangerous serial killer. Be on the look out for anything suspicious.”
The men got up talking and murmuring to themselves, but Anonghos wasn’t listening. All he cared about was getting to Agnes. She got to him first. The same excitement reflected in her eyes.
“Come with me.” She pulled her iPad out of her bag and hurried past him. “We need to get back to the conference room.”
Anonghos followed her, knowing he wasn’t going to like what she was going to say.
“What’s going on?”
“It hit me when Frank was talking about the comparison between the killer and Jack the Ripper.”
“Much of what he said wasn’t right. Daidhl wasn’t a homosexual, and he came from a loving family.”
“Okay, but the murders, they’re the same.”
“What?”
“Your navigator is mimicking the Jack the Ripper murders. I know he is.”
“Of course. Jack the Ripper was one of Earth’s most notorious serial killers and still strikes fear in people.”
“Exactly. What better way to generate fear.”
They entered the empty conference room. “But I need to be sure.” She pulled up a website. “Look. Mary Nichols was Jack the Ripper’s first victim. Her neck was cut with a strong bladed knife. She had a deep cut that ran along her abdomen and her intestines were draped out of her body, just like Sharon Reese.”
“The Ripper’s third victim, Elizabeth Stride, had her throat savagely cut from behind, but he didn’t have time to mutilate the body, because someone was coming.”
“Like Annie Watkins,” he muttered.
“Yes, Principal Myers walked in on him.”
“What happened to the Ripper’s second victim?”
“That was Annie Chapman. She was horribly mutilated. Her womb was surgically removed.”
“But we haven’t found the second victim. We only have her womb.”
“Exactly. My guess is that she must live alone, and no one’s reported her missing.”
As if on cue, the captain entered the conference room. “Malloy.”
His voice was grave.
Agnes put down her iPad.
The captain slid into the chair across from her. “There’s another body.”
Anonghos’s stomach tightened. “Where?”
“A high rise. The victim had shown up for her mother’s birthday party. Her mother was worried and got the superintendent to open the door for her.”
“Oh, God.” Agnes covered her mouth. “That poor woman.”
For such a tough detective, she had a soft heart. The woman was such a contradiction.
“I don’t understand it.” The captain ran his hand over his bald head. “How’s the bastard getting inside? There’s no sign of forced entry.”
Agnes and Anonghos glanced at each other knowingly. Not being able to answer the captain, they rushed out of headquarters and got into her car. Agnes put a siren on top of the roof. The loud scream stretched Anonghos’s nerves.
“Agnes,” he said. “It’s not just the victims he wants to create terror. It’s the police. He’s toying with all of you.”
“He’s doing a damn good job,” she muttered. “If he follows his pattern, the victim will have her left arm laid across her left breast. Her legs will be drawn up, her feet resting on the ground, while her knees are turned outward. Her face will be swollen, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her head will be turned on the right side.”
Within minutes, they’d arrived at the high rise. Cop cars were parked in front, and once again, police officers were corralling the curious on-lookers back. Agnes and Anonghos got out of the car and hurried to the door. He wasn’t looking forward to seeing the grisly scene. By Agnes’s drawn face, she was dreading it as well.
They entered the painstaking slow elevator that creaked up to the crime scene. When the doors opened, cops were patrolling the floor, but the first thing, Anonghos noticed was the stench of decay and offal. It reminded him of a thousand dead vlats next to a stopped up toilet. He gritted his teeth to keep from vomiting
. Agnes’s face paled, but she quickly made her way to the apartment. Unfortunately, Frank and his men had beaten them to the crime scene.
Frank greeted them at the victim’s door. “What took you so long, Detective? Been trying to use your visions?”
“Excuse me, Agent.” She whooshed past him.
Anonghos had to walk down the hallway to keep from throttling Frank. He was Agnes’s older brother and should be trying to protect her, not humiliate her. Usually he would have taken deep breaths, but the odor was so bad, he thought it would stick to his lungs and dust over his lips.
But he wouldn’t abandon his mate. His eyes watered from the smell. He was the chief security officer of the Orion, but he’d never experienced anything so foul.
Agents were taking pictures, including Agnes. He came along side her and his heart froze. The victim was dismayed exactly as Agnes had described. All he could think about was that Agnes wanted to act as bait. How he could ever let her do this? He’d already failed to protect three other designated mates.
She kept glancing over at the balcony, and he followed her gaze, wondering if she was seeing the victim’s ghost. He whispered his question in Agnes’s ear.
Agnes nodded. “Her name was Laura Nybo. She was a social worker. Worked with middle school students. If you’ll excuse me, I need to wonder through the house.”
He didn’t argue with her. Maybe the ghost was talking to her. He wandered over to the balcony. Obviously, it was the way that Daidhl was getting inside. Beyond the glass door on the next building, a pair of gold eyes were glaring at him.
Daidhl–it was a challenge.
Anonghos tensed, and his nostrils flared, releasing a puff of angry smoke.
“Hey, no smoking in here.” Someone growled over his shoulder.
He ignored him and quickly headed for the balcony. Not caring if anyone saw him, he opened it and went outside.
As he shut it, someone yelled, “Hey!”
He thought it was Frank, but he’d no time to lose. He hated doing this to Agnes, but this was a chance to take down Daidhl. He was stronger and faster than an Inquistain dragon. The door opened.
“What the hell are you doing?” Frank demanded.
Anonghos didn’t glance behind him. Instead, he dove off the balcony.
“Jesus Christ!” Frank yelled. “Anonghos!”
Anonghos did a somersault in mid-air and in a split second, transformed into a dragon. Daidhl jumped off the opposite building and flew into the clouds. Anonghos flapped his wings hard and picked up speed. He inhaled and easily picked up the trail of spoiled milk.
A stream of fire burst out of a dark cloud. Anonghos shifted to the side, but the tip of his wing was singed. He grimaced, vowing to rip Daidhl into pieces. He inhaled, drawing on the depth of his fire within him. In one large exhale, he sprayed a blazing inferno inside the cloud. His reward was a loud shriek.
Daidhl burst out of his hiding place, his eyes a fiery gold. His scales glowed red along one side and were slowly turning black. But his opponent wasn’t done.
He opened his mouth to a rows of teeth. He swung around and unleashed his claws. Anonghos was ready and easily outmaneuvered him. Daidhl made another pass and this time, he swung his tail that slammed into Anonghos’ singed wing. Agony gripped him. His wing collapsed, and he spun around toward the ground with Daidhl’s flying toward him. Victory shone in the little dragon’s eyes.
Anonghos forced the pain back to his mind and drew on his dragon strength. He turned over and flapped his wing. He did an about face in midair and blew. Fire caught Daidhl’s in the face. He released a terrible howl.
Just when Anonghos thought he could destroy him, Daidhl disappeared. He flew straight for the direction that he’d last seen Daidhl, following the stench of burned milk into a dark cloud. It was a mistake.
Out of no where, claws torn into his back side, ripping apart his scales and slashing into his flesh. He bucked repeatedly to get Daidhl off him, but the little dragon clamped his jaw on Anonghos’ neck. Sharp, jagged teeth tore into his throat, cutting off his air. Panic seized Anonghos as he swirled around repeatedly, trying to throw Daidhl off, but the Inquistain hung on tight. He was stronger than normal, thanks to the Mistonian.
Anonghos’s eyes fluttered shut. Dizziness overtook him. His strength fled from him and his wings collapsed. Daidhl released him.
Anonghos fell faster and faster. He tried to flap his wings, but they failed to respond. Moisture from the clouds wet his body, making him shiver. He slammed into a tree, and leaves and twigs scratched and ripped his skin. He landed hard onto the ground. A loud crunch rippled through him––more agony seized his breath. His wings were stretched out and bent awkwardly beneath him. His talons and legs curled up next to his underbelly.
Every time he took a breath, wetness flowed down his chest. He inhaled the scent of metallic. Blood. His blood. He was dying.
All he could think about was Agnes––how sweet her lips were, how sleek she was when he entered her, and how her nails dug into his shoulders when she came, screaming his name. He would have wanted to taken her one more time. But then images of the past victims blocked out her loving memory and terror gripped him as he thought of what that bastard would do to her.
Anonghos vowed to come back as a ghost to terrorize Daidhl.
Chapter 15
You’re mate is in trouble.”
Agnes didn’t need the ghost to tell her that. He wasn’t the only one in trouble.
Frank hurried through the crowd, his wide shoulders, forcing people apart who were jamming around the balcony door. Dread sunk into Agnes’s heart. What had Anonghos done?
Her brother seized her arm. “What the hell are you keeping from me?”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
He led her into an empty bedroom. “Your boyfriend just jumped off the balcony.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “No, you’re lying.”
“Am I? Then I saw something that couldn’t possibly be real.”
Her throat turned dry, and she could barely speak. “What was it?” She knew. She knew before he said it.
“He transformed into a fire-breathing dragon. I have to be hallucinating. Dragons aren’t real. There must be something in the air vent.” His voice was hard, but fear flickered in his eyes. Sweat glistened off his temples.
He knew what he saw, but wouldn’t believe it. Just like when they were kids, and she would tell him about ghosts.
“Agnes.” Laura’s ghost formed on the other side of Frank. “You must leave. Anonghos is dying. Only you can save him.”
“No, that’s not true.”
“I know what the hell I saw.” Frank ran his fingers through his hair.
Before she could stop herself, Agnes blurted, “I wasn’t talking to you.”
He frowned. “Then who?” He dropped his shaking hand. “A ghost? Is that who you think you’re talking to?”
Agnes tilted her chin, not willing to be drawn back into another humiliating argument.
“Damn it, Agnes. You’re determined to dig your own grave.”
“Are you going to tell them what you saw?”
He glared. “No. I’m overtired. It doesn’t make sense. Unlike you, I’m not willing to flush my career down the crapper and report something that’s not real.”
She winced.
“Agnes, stop arguing with him. Anonghos is dying. He needs you.”
Laura’s urgent voice pulled her away from the same age battle. Ignoring Frank, she said, “Tell me where he is. I’ll call nine-one-one.”
“He’s a dragon. Only you can save him.”
“You’re nuts.” Frank left and headed straight for the captain.
A tornado of frustration twirled around inside Agnes’s gut. “I can’t save a dragon.” Tears formed in her eyes. She looked through Laura’s flimsy form to watch Frank spouting off to the captain. Her career was definitely going to be in the toilet.
“Go now!” Laura urged.
“I can’t…save a dragon.” Her voice choked.
“Yes, you can. You’re his mate.”
She wiped a heated tear off her cheek. “How do you know?”
“I am an empath.” She pointed. “He’s in the park next to the station. Go before it’s too late.” She faded away, which prompted Agnes into action.
She wouldn’t let Anonghos die. She didn’t know what she could do, but she had to try. She headed for the door, but a cold voice stopped her in her traps.
“Detective Malloy.”
She looked up into Captain Morgan’s harsh eyes.
“Yes, Captain?”
He gestured toward the hallway. “A word with you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ve been trying to be patient with you, Detective, but this has gone on for long enough. First, you lost our number one suspect.”
“What suspect? You mean Anonghos?”
“Yes. Somehow he escaped from the balcony. There could be another murder, which would be all your fault.”
She flinched. “But Captain?”
“Don’t but Captain me. Second, Frank tells me you’ve been talking to a ghost at this very crime scene.”
She opened her mouth to blurt out that Frank saw a dragon, but what would be the use? Frank would only deny it, and her accusation would only pound another nail in her coffin.
“I can’t keep protecting you, Detective. I gave you a chance, but you blew it. You’re officially off the case. Go home.”
Years of hard. work whooshed around in the garbage disposal. “You can’t do that, Captain. I’ve figured something out. He’s copying the Jack the Ripper murders.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. I am.” She pulled out her iPad. Her hand shook as she went to the screen. “Here look. I can prove it.”
“Captain Morgan, the mayor wants to talk to you.” Frank held out his phone.
“I’m sorry, Agnes,” the captain said. “We’ll look into it. Go home before I have to take your gun and badge.”
Frank gave her a triumphant look. She forced the tears back. He’d finally won. Tomorrow, she’d either be handing out parking tickets or typing reports.
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