Copycat – Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight

10:07 AM; CLINSTONE POLICE DEPARTMENT, LAB

“I just need you to keep him at the house a little longer. I’ll be there soon and then I’ll make sure he eats something,” Bo promised, his phone pressed to his ear.

“He’s not an easy person to keep contained. Are you aware of that?” Thomas asked.

“Yes, I know. I didn’t exactly have an easy time getting him into my car,” Bo admitted. “If you’re feeling adventurous, there’s a mild sedative in my room that will guarantee he doesn’t leave the house for at least the next two hours.”

“Why in God’s name do you have a mild sedative?” Thomas questioned.

Bo frowned. “In case I ever become uncontrollable in any sense of the word. It’s Jensen’s job to make sure I’m detained until Jamal arrives,” he said. He cleared his throat. “Anyway, crush up two of the pills and drop them in a glass of water. He’d just have to take a couple sips and he’d be asleep in no time,” he said. He turned around as he heard Gwen walk into the lab. “It’s up to you. I have to go, but I’ll try to be back as soon as I can.”

“All right, Bo”.

Bo ended the call, locking the screen as he tucked his phone into his back pocket. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Gwen said softly. “You, umm… Your boyfriend has orders to sedate you?”

“Only if it comes down to it,” Bo said. “You’ve heard the stories about what I can do when I’m in a dangerous state of mind. I won’t let that hurt my children.” She nodded. “So, the body?”

“Of course. Come on.” Bo followed Gwen into the morgue, pulling on the pair of gloves she handed him. She pulled open one of the body drawers and pulled back the white sheet. She watched Bo close his eyes before he managed to force them open again. “She was killed around two yesterday morning,” she said.

He nodded. “Do you have any idea… what came first?” he asked.

Gwen pulled the sheet back further than before. “The vertical cut up the torso was definitely the first cut. The one beneath the ribcage on your side there was second. After that, they were in pretty quick succession, so it’s a bit hard to tell,” she said.

“But you assume the cut beneath the eye to the jaw was next, right?” Bo asked.

“Correct.”

“And then the hip letter carving.”

“Right.”

Bo cleared his throat. “And then… I’m clueless after that.”

“It’s assume the tongue was cut out, and the eyes were dug out after that,” Gwen said. “How do you know so much about everything before that?”

“This killing is based off of CGK,” he said quietly. “That’s the serial killer that attacked my uncle.”

“Oh, right,” she whispered. “God, I’m sorry. Does he know?”

Bo nodded, a grim expression on his face. “I called him about him. I wish I hadn’t. Making him relive this… It’s not fair.”

“It’s not your fault,” Gwen said.

“You’ve seen the first note, Gwen. It’s my fault,” he said.

She shook her head, but she didn’t respond to the statement. “What else would you like to know?”

“Are you planning on doing an autopsy?”

“Yeah. Later today,” she said.

He nodded. “Okay.” He closed his eyes. “Natalie Lambert?”

“Bo…”

“Please,” Bo whispered, forcing his eyes open. “I need to know how much she suffered because of me, because I knew her. I need to know.”

“Misty ran tests on a substance that I found in her esophagus and stomach. She was drugged. If she felt any pain, it wasn’t much more than a light pressure.”

“Pain free?”

“Pretty much,” Gwen said softly.

“Good,” Bo breathed. “Who’s in charge of the two cases?” he asked.

“Ramirez and Floyd.”

“That’s what I figured,” he said quietly. “I have to get back to the house, but, uh, when you do the autopsy, let me know what you find?”

“Of course, Bo.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” he said, pulling off his gloves. “I know you hate coming in on days you don’t work, so… You doing this for me means the world right now. Thank you.”

Gwen offered a smile. “You’ve very welcome, Bo. You have enough on your plate right now. I’ll go ahead and take this serving back for you,” she said.

One corner of Bo’s mouth lifted. “Thanks,” he whispered. “You have my number. Let me know as soon as you know something.”

She nodded. “Will do, Bo.”


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