“I’ll be right back,” I hear King mutter before he walks into the house. The image of what he’s going to find has me gagging.
“He better hurry up, the cops will be here any moment now,” Blue snaps as he starts making his way towards the house.
“Blue, stay out here, he’s just trying to pick up a scent,” Gunner says just as King comes striding out, “Cars approaching.” I tense knowing that the cops are going to question me and by doing so I am going to have to talk about it, it makes it so much more real if I talk about it.
“They’re not questioning her in this condition,” I hear Dash rasp just as a police car pulls into the drive right behind the bikes.
“Did one of you make the call?” Agent Keller asks approaching King.
“Yeah, our women came here and found a dead body in the bathroom,” King says, I see the agent look over at the police and incline his head towards the house. “Have you realized that every time we find a woman your club is there?”
“Have you maybe realized that the fucker that is killing these women is doing it on purpose?” Blue states angrily.
“Blue,” King grunts in warning, which has Blue nod and turn towards his bike.
“Well, you know the drill; we are going to have to interview everyone,” Agent Trask says.
“Fine, but hurry up and interview the women so we can take them home. As you can see, they are in no condition to be here,” King says in a hard-no-nonsense tone.
“Yes, she’s pregnant she’s not supposed to be upset.” Hunter’s angry statement has me looking over at Dakota just in time to see her rolling her eyes as she elbows him in the stomach. “What, it’s true,” he mutters.
“Are you feeling better?” Dash asks, a concerned look on his face. It is amazing how such a dangerous man can be so gentle with me, how he can make me feel like the most precious person in the world.
“There was so much blood,” I whisper.
“Try not to think about it,” he says with a frown.
“It’s engraved in my mind; how can I forget it?” I say and, in a way, I don’t want to forget it as whoever the poor woman was, she deserves to be remembered, remembered in her last moments.
DASH 19
“Is she sleeping?” Frost asks as I walk into the comms room, at this time there is no one around except him.
“Yeah” it took a while, but the sleeping pill finally had her out. After the questioning we were finally allowed to bring them home, I would have thought that Alaska was tired, but she was so distraught at the memory of the poor woman that it took a lot of cajoling to get her into bed and then to sleep.
“It’s messed up,” Frost mutters.
“She found her,” I say, trying to contain my anger at knowing that because of that sick fuck Alaska is distressed. “Do you know yet who it was?”
“Yeah, this one is different,” Frost says as he leans back in his chair, stretches his legs and crosses his feet at the ankles. “Her name was Alice, and she was married.” Until now all the women have been single, this is the first time that he chooses a married woman.
“Interesting, why would he change his MO?” I ask more to myself than to Frost.
“I don’t see a pattern,” Frost says, “they don’t look alike, they are not all from the same background, they all have very different occupations,” Frost shrugs, “the only thing that is the same is that they are women, and that he scalps them.”
“Scalps?” I never really thought about that, “it must have something to do with their hair, our guy seems to like hair otherwise he wouldn’t take it as a trophy,” I say.
“Maybe the length of the hair?” Frost says as he turns and brings up the picture of all the women on the screen.
“Nope, they all have different lengths,” I say as I look at the women.
“You know what they all do have?” at Frosts question I frown trying to see what he has just picked up. He stands and walks towards the screen, pointing. “See here,” I look at the picture of the blond woman, “then see here, what is very evident about their hair?” I look at the blonde and then at the women with pitch black hair.
“They had terrible taste in hair colour,” I say and then widen my eyes as I realize what he’s trying to say. Looking at the other women I see that all the women it is evident that they colour their hair. “You think it’s the hair colour that does it?”
“Don’t know, but it’s worth a try,” Frost says as he rubs his jaw.
“I don’t think they do their hair at a Salon,” I say looking at the women in the photos, it is clear that the colour on some of them isn’t the professional colour that a woman would get in a Salon and more the colour that comes out of a box and is done at home.