“The blow on the back of the head, heavy, blunt object, from the shape of the wound, my conclusion is a wrench. A pipe wrench.”
“Plumber’s tool.”
“Yes, and easy to come by. This is the oldest injury. I haven’t finalized my reconstruction, but…” He ordered the image on screen, watched with Eve as the computer-generated figure of the victim was struck from behind by another.
“It reads the blow came from above and behind.”
“Driving down,” Eve noted, “from over the attacker’s head. So, yeah, yeah, the vic was bent or leaning over when struck. To pick something up, reach for something, tie his damn shoe, but angled down, exposed. He wasn’t killed in the alley.”
“From the crime scene images you sent, I agree.”
“Attacked, then transported somewhere so the killer could take some time with him. Attacked, put in a vehicle. Logically, attacked at or near the vehicle, dragged in. The first strike would have put the vic out, right?”
“Rendered unconscious, yes.”
“So, easy to restrain him.”
“Duct tape. I believe the lab will concur,” Morris told her. “Gummy residue in the wounds, wrists, ankles.”
“But not the mouth.”
“The wounds at the corners of the mouth were caused by rubbing and struggling against a strong, thin cord. Some silicone residue on the teeth and tongue.”
“Ball gag.”
“That’s my conclusion, yes.”
“Humiliation, sexual overtones. Was he raped?”
“There’s no evidence of sexual activity of any kind.”
“Okay.” Her hands slid into her pockets as she let the image play through her mind. “So he’s knocked out, restrained. He’d still be able to make sounds with that sort of gag, but nothing intelligible. But the killer would hear him try to scream or beg.”
“I have to believe Dorian would have done both. I’ve sent for a tox report, so we’ll see if any drugs were administered. I didn’t find any signs of stunner marks, pressure syringe.”
“Tranq him, he feels less. Where’s the fun in that?” She caught herself. “Sorry, Morris.”
“No need, thinking like the killer leads to finding him. The burn marks. I concur with your on-site. Some were caused by a cigarette, others by a tool. These, for instance.”
He fit on the goggles, as did Eve, and both leaned over the body. “Lower torso, abdomen, genitals, precise, from a narrow flame.”
“Hand torch. And the limbs, the hands. Those are wider, not precise. grinding out a smoke of some kind. The bruises here, along the rib cage. Not from fists.”
“More likely a sap. Used on the bottom of the feet as well. You see many of the cuts are shallow. Punctures, slices. At least two different blades used.”
“Punctures I’m looking at? Ice pick, or something similar.”
“And the slices, a jagged-edge blade, not smooth like the punctures.”
“Had himself a toolbox.”
“The more superficial wounds came first, along with the burns. Some are approximately two days old.”
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nbsp; “Just getting started. Don’t want him dead. Want the fear, the pain, the helplessness.”
“His fingers were broken over the two-day period, not all at once. And the right hand, these bones were crushed. The left were snapped.”