Body Double

“Which month?”

Rizzoli glanced at Frost, who shuffled through the printouts. “The next case shows up in Virginia, on December fourteenth,” he said.

O’Do

Rizzoli looked at her. “What?”

“The weather. See how it moved across the upper Midwest during the summer months? By fall, it’s in New England. And then, in December, it suddenly goes south. Just as the weather turns cold.”

Rizzoli frowned at the map. Jesus, she thought. The woman’s right. Why didn’t we see that?

“What happens next?” asked O’Do

“It makes a complete circle,” said Frost. “Moves across the south, Florida to Texas. Eventually heads back to Arizona.”

O’Do

“That time, it took three and a half years to circle the country,” said Rizzoli.

“A leisurely pace.”

“Yeah. But notice how it never stays in one state for long, never harvests too many victims in a single area. It just keeps moving, so the authorities never see the pattern, never realize it’s been going on for years and years.”

“What?” O’Do

Rizzoli nodded. “It starts all over again, retracing the same route. The way old nomadic tribes used to follow the buffalo herds.”

“Authorities never noticed the pattern?”

“Because these hunters never stop moving. Different states, different jurisdictions. A few months in one region and then they’re gone. Onto the next hunting ground. Places they return to again and again.”

“Familiar territory.”

“Where we go depends upon where we know. And where we know depends upon where we go,” Rizzoli said, quoting one of the principles of geographic criminal profiling.

“Have any bodies turned up?”

“None of these have. These are the cases that remain open.”

“So they must have burial caches. Places to conceal victims, dispose of bodies.”

“We’re assuming they’d be out-of-the-way places,” said Frost. “Rural areas, or bodies of water. Since none of these women have been found.”

“But they found Nikki and Theresa Wells,” said O’Do

“The sisters were found November twenty-fifth. We went back and checked the weather records. There was an unexpected snowstorm that week-eighteen inches fell in a single day. It took Massachusetts by surprise, closing down a number of roads. Maybe they couldn’t get to their usual burial spot.”

“And that’s why they burned the bodies?”

“As you pointed out, the vanishings seem to move with the weather,” said Rizzoli. “As it turns cold, they head south. But that November, New England was caught by surprise. No one expected such an early snowfall.” She turned to O’Do

“What are you asking me to do, a psychological profile? Explain why they killed?”

“We know why they did it. They weren’t killing for pleasure, or for thrills. These are not your usual serial killers.”

“Then what was their motive?”

“Absolutely mundane, Dr. O’Do

“I don’t find murder boring in the least. Why do you think they killed?”

“Did you know there are no employment records for either Amalthea or Elijah? We can’t find any evidence that either of them held down a job or paid into Social Security, or filed an income tax report. They owned no credit cards, had no bank accounts. For decades, they were invisible people, living on the outermost fringes of society. So how did they eat? How did they pay for food and gas and lodging?”

“Cash, I assume.”

“But where does the cash come from?” Rizzoli turned to the map. “That’s how they made their living.”

“I don’t follow you.”

“Some people catch fish, some people pick apples. Amalthea and her partner were harvesters, too.” She looked at O’Do

O’Do

“Yes.” Rizzoli felt a twinge of satisfaction when she saw O’Do

“I examined Amalthea,” said O’Do

“That she was psychotic?”

“Yes.” O’Do

“Not insane.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what she is.”

“She and her cousin killed for money. For cold hard cash. That sounds a lot like sanity to me.”

“Possibly…”

“You get along with murderers, Dr. O’Do

“I try to.”

“So what kind of killer is Amalthea? Is she a monster? Or just a businesswoman?”

“She’s my patient. That’s all I care to say.”

“But you’re questioning your diagnosis right now, aren’t you?” Rizzoli pointed to the screen. “That’s logical behavior, what you see there. Nomadic hunters, following their prey. Do you still think she’s insane?”

“I repeat, she’s my patient. I need to protect her interests.”

“We’re not interested in Amalthea. It’s the other one we want. Elijah.” Rizzoli moved closer to O’Do

“What?”

“Amalthea has been in custody for almost five years, now.” Rizzoli looked at Frost. “Show the data points since Amalthea Lank was arrested.”

Frost removed the earlier transparencies and placed a new one on the map. “The month of January,” he said. “A pregnant woman vanishes in South Carolina. In February, it’s a woman in Georgia. In March, it’s Daytona Beach.” He laid down another sheet. “Six months later, it’s happening in Texas.”

“Amalthea Lank was in prison all those months,” said Rizzoli. “But the abductions continued. The Beast didn’t stop.”

O’Do

“A year ago,” said Frost, “it reached California and began heading north again.”

“And now? Where is it now?”

“The last reported abduction was a month ago. In Albany, New York.”

“Albany?” O’Do

“By now, he’s in Massachusetts,” said Rizzoli. “The Beast is coming to town.”

Frost turned off the overhead projector and the sudden shut-off of the fan left the room eerily silent. Though the screen was now blank, the image of the map seemed to linger, burned into everyone’s memories. The ringing of Frost’s cell phone seemed all the more startling in that quiet room.

Frost said, “Excuse me,” and left the room.

Rizzoli said to O’Do

“The same way you’d find any other flesh-and-blood man. Isn’t that what you police do? You already have a name. Go from there.”

“He has no credit card, no bank account. He’s hard to track.”

“I’m not a bloodhound.”

“You’ve been talking to the one person closest to him. The one person who might know how to find him.”

“Our sessions were confidential.”

“Does she ever refer to him by name? Does she give any hint at all that it’s her cousin, Elijah?”

“I’m not at liberty to share any private conversations I had with my patient.”

“Elijah Lank isn’t your patient.”