Silent Screams - C. E. Lawrence [59]
“But a phallic substitute,” Lee pointed out. “Since there’s no sign of penetration, I think he could be a virgin.”
Nelson raised an eyebrow.
“He’s spent his life converting any sexual thoughts he might have toward women into religious impulses,” Lee continued.
“Until he decides to kill them,” Florette pointed out.
“Which would mean we’re dealing with someone who is extremely withdrawn in his personal and social life,” Lee continued. He turned to Nelson. “He might have fantasized about being in law enforcement, but I doubt he ever acted on those fantasies. He’d be too much of an introvert.”
Nelson grunted. “Maybe.” He took a sip from a paper coffee cup, made a face, and put the cup back down on the desk.
“Not only that,” Lee went on, “but from a geographic point of view, it’s a very odd profile.”
“What do you mean?” said Florette.
“Well, usually killers choose victims within a certain radius of where they live—places where they feel comfortable. But these two locations are miles away, in different boroughs.”
“So maybe he has a job that allows him to travel,” Florette suggested. “Some kind of work having to do with churches.”
“Or it could be an attempt to cover his trail so we can’t use geographic profiling on him,” Lee mused.
“That would indicate tremendous sophistication about crime investigation on his part,” Nelson pointed out.
“What about the person who took a shot at you?” Chuck asked Lee. “Isn’t it possible that’s—”
“What?” Nelson growled, turning to Lee. “You didn’t tell me about that.”
Lee told him about the incident on Third Avenue. “But there may not be a connection,” he added. “I don’t see this guy as a shooter.”
“Yeah, that would really change the profile,” Nelson agreed.
“What else you got?” Butts asked, getting up to stretch his stubby legs. “Isn’t there anything?”
“He doesn’t fit neatly into any particular category of killer,” Lee said, “which makes it harder to get a fix on him.”
“But that’s not that unusual,” Nelson said.
“I’d call a sexual killer who’s a virgin pretty damn unusual,” Butts grumbled, plopping back down in his chair.
“That’s another part of the puzzle, isn’t it?” Florette responded, straightening his immaculate starched cuffs.
“Right,” said Nelson. “With a guy like this, at some point sex and violence become linked in his mind—”
“—and to religion,” Lee added.
“There’s another angle on the altar motif,” Florette pointed out. “It’s where couples are married.”
“Good point!” said Butts. He tossed an empty coffee cup toward the wastebasket and missed. With a groan, he heaved his bulky body out of his chair, plucked the cup off the floor, and deposited it in the basket.
“Yes,” Lee agreed. “And I think there’s little doubt that he’s Catholic, since both bodies were found in Catholic churches.”
“I’d agree with that,” Nelson said, “but I’m not sure I go along with the virgin thing. He could just be sexually inadequate—impotent, maybe.”
“What else can you say about him?” asked Chuck.
“He’s likely to be of a similar socioeconomic level as his victims, a middle-class Catholic—which is one reason they’d feel comfortable around him,” said Lee.
“But he’s a virgin, huh?” Butts said. “So how old is this guy—thirteen?”
“Well, he’s obviously arrested emotionally, but I’d put him in his early to mid twenties,” Lee replied, “close to the victims in age.”
“Right,” Nelson agreed. “And he lives with—”
“With his mother or another female relative,” Lee finished for him.
Chuck looked at Nelson, who was searching through the coffee cups on the desk for one that still had coffee in it.
“Of course, his chronological age could be older,” Lee mused. “For example, if an offender spends time in jail, he can emerge after a number of years at the same emotional age as when he was incarcerated.”
“You mean like Arthur Shawcross,” said Nelson.
“Exactly.”
Florette leaned back in his chair and frowned. “The Genesee River Strangler?”
“Right,” Lee replied. “He was incarcerated for fifteen years for murder, and when he got out of prison he went right back to killing