The Crucifix Killer - Chris Carter [35]
‘And he’ll stick with it?’ Garcia commented.
‘Most of the time yes, but not necessarily,’ Hunter said, shaking his head.
Garcia looked puzzled.
‘Serial killers are usually after satisfaction . . . a sick kind of satisfaction, but satisfaction nonetheless. It could be sexual fulfillment, a sense of power, a God feeling, but that’s only half of the satisfaction.’
‘The kill itself?’ Garcia’s voice took on a grave tone.
‘Correct. It’s like taking drugs. When you first start, you only need a little hit to achieve the high you want, but soon, if you carry on, that little hit won’t be enough and you’ll go for more, you start chasing the high. In the case of a killer, the murders become more violent, the victims have to suffer more so the killer can get the satisfaction he needs, but again, just like drugs, there’s usually a steady progression.’
Garcia shifted his stare back to the photographs. ‘What’s the progression here? They all look just as violent, just as monstrous.’
Hunter’s agreement came with a nod.
‘It’s like he jumped straight into the deep end. Which leads us to believe that his progression of violence came earlier on in his life,’ Garcia concluded.
‘Correct again. You catch on quick, but you can read all that on the case files.’ Hunter tilted his head towards the two large piles of paper on his desk.
‘None of these were fast kills either.’ Garcia’s attention was back on the corkboard.
‘That’s right. This guy likes to take his time with his victims. He likes to watch them suffer, he wants to savor their pain. He’s getting his satisfaction. This killer doesn’t rush, he doesn’t panic and that’s his greatest advantage over us.’
‘When people panic, they make mistakes, they leave things behind,’ Garcia commented.
‘Exactly.’
‘But not our guy?’
‘Not so far.’
‘How about this symbol, what do we know about it?’ Garcia asked pointing to a picture of the carving on the neck of one of the victims.
‘Here comes confusion.’ Hunter’s lips tightened. ‘We brought in a symbologist when the first victim was found.’
‘And what did he have to say?’
‘The symbol seemed to be a return to the original design of the double-crucifix, also known as the double-cross or the cross of Lorraine.’
‘Original?’ Garcia shook his head.
‘The double-crucifix in its original version consisted of a vertical line crossed by two smaller horizontal bars evenly spaced and of the same length. The lower bar used to be as close to the bottom of the vertical line as the upper was to the top.’
‘Why do you say used to?’
‘Through the years, its design morphed. The lower bar became longer than the upper one, and both crossbars are now nearer the top of the vertical line.’
Garcia turned to analyze the photographs for a few seconds. ‘So this is the old version?’
Hunter nodded. ‘Its origin is thought to date back to pagan times. At least that’s where history believes it was first used. Back then it was also known as the double-edged sword.’
‘Yeah, history aside, what does it mean?’ Garcia made a hand gesture urging Hunter to move on.
‘Psychologically speaking, it’s believed to represent someone with a double life. The double-edged sword cuts both ways, right? That’s exactly it, duality, good and evil, white and black all in one. Someone who has two totally opposite sides.’
‘You mean someone that