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The Divine Right of Kings	By : vinsmouse Category: G through L > Hardy Boys Series Views: 5917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

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Chapter 40
David Sims, following Collig’s orders, went over every piece of evidence they had collected with a fine tooth comb. Whoever had killed the three boys knew what he was doing, despite the blood splatter the only DNA they had managed to collect belonged to the kids themselves or those who had legitimate reason to be in the warehouse. He wouldn’t rule out the possibility that the security guard or building owner were responsible for the deaths but that would be for the detectives to determine. He was certain each of the boys had been beaten to death with the same object; based on the tests they’d ran on the few slivers of wood they’d found it was mostly likely a baseball bat.
The last boy had been sodomized as well, David winced involuntarily when he thought of that, but the only traces found had been latex from the dildo and blood from the victim. He had been raped only with the sex toy, nothing else. That in itself was unusual as most sexual offenders wouldn’t be satisfied with object rape alone, that was more likely to occur in the case of attacks on homosexuals. If they were all killed by the same person David knew the sexual assault on the most recent victim could mean an escalation, though he couldn’t imagine how it could become worse. Pushing the thought aside he finished up his report, sending it up to the Chief.
A short time later Chief Collig was reading through the forensics report. It made for horrific reading material, surely not what he would choose as a bedtime story. "Damn," he cursed when he saw the lack of DNA evidence. He had really hoped this most recent victim would provide them with something more than the first two had done.
They had already ruled out the security guard and building owner, both had airtight alibis. During the first murders the building owner, James Lacey, had been at dinner with his wife, something verified by the hostess and waiter at the restaurant where they had dined. During the most recent murder, he had been attending a fundraiser for the Mayor’s re-election campaign.
The security guard would have been more difficult to clear, had it not been for something the security company had done a year ago. According to the manager for Hayes Security there had been problems in the past with guards sneaking off for a drink or a meeting with a girlfriend during their shifts. This had resulted in some break-ins, nearly putting the company out of business as word spread. Desperate to avoid that eventuality the owner and manager had decided to put modern technology to work for them. Each property they were hired to protect would be fitted with a scanner, the security guards were issued new ids each with a barcode unique to that guard. As they made their rounds throughout their shifts they were required to scan their id at each pass, thus insuring they were where they were supposed to be. Clients had been reassured by this measure and business had improved drastically since implementation. More importantly for Wayne Davis, the guard in question, it proved he wasn’t near the warehouse during the murders.
Collig still wasn’t convinced they were dealing with a serial killer, but the common murder weapon certainly pointed to it. Of course baseball bats were easily purchased with one being pretty much like another so it was possible the use of a bat in each murder was only coincidence, but he doubted it. Ezra sighed heavily, looked like it was time to call in the Feds, damn but he hated to do it. "Oh well, no time like the present." Resigned to his fate he picked up the phone and dialed.
Three days later another boy was found, this time in a different warehouse, though it too belonged to James Lacey with Hayes providing security. The move to another building was easily explained by the police officers assigned to watch the original warehouse. Though they had been careful to keep out of sight, it was obvious the killer was very much aware of their presence.
The latest victim had been bludgeoned to death just as the others and like the one before him he was sodomized with a sex toy. More interesting was the fact that the boy, Zach Stellins, had been a good friend of Billy Dierksen. Was this the connection they’d been looking for? The first two victims had been friends, as had the last two. But why were the first two killed together while the more recent victims were killed separately? Was it because of the sexual assault?
At least now the FBI might listen to them. Collig had been shocked to discover that the Feebies didn’t agree with him after the third murder. Rather than believe Bayport had a serial killer on the loose the Feds had all but laughed at the suspicion of Collig and his detectives. Once more he called the FBI, he could only hope this time they would listen. If they had a hope of catching this guy they would need more resources than those available to the Bayport police and the State Crime Lab.
A week passed, luckily there were no further victims, but the FBI wasn’t any closer to finding the murderer than the Bayport P.D. had been. The first break came exactly two weeks after the murder of Billy Dierksen.
"I need to speak to Chief Collig," an out of breath and pale Mike Dierksen insisted to the desk sergeant.
"The chief’s in a meeting and can’t be disturbed. Maybe one of the detectives could help you?" Sergeant Lewis suggested. He recognized the man before him from the papers, but orders were orders.
"No! I’m not letting some underling handle this. I insist you let me talk to Chief Collig," he glanced at the name plate on the counter, "Sergeant Lewis. Or should I call the Mayor?"
There was no mistaking a threat like that. Unfortunately for Dierksen the sergeant was less than six months from retirement. If the mayor threatened his job the union rep could easily drag it out until his last scheduled day on the force. "Go right ahead Mr. Dierksen. Why don’t you use my phone," he suggested pushing the device towards the man. "Dial 9 to get an outside line."
Ordinarily Mike would have done just that but this was too important to get into a pissing contest with some desk sergeant. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. It wasn’t easy to do; not after listening to the tape he had received only a couple of hours ago. He had watched enough cop shows to know that he might have already destroyed any prints that were on the tape; the more he handled it the better chance of that happening. So rather than removing it from the machine he put the machine in his case, tossing in the envelope the tape had been delivered in for good measure. He had brought it straight to the station, once he had stopped shaking enough to safely drive, and he wasn’t going to be put off.
"Sergeant Lewis I’m sorry for coming on so strong. It’s just that, well I received this tape and I really think Collig needs to hear it."
One thick eyebrow raised, "Tape?"
"It," Mike’s voice shook the memory of the tape too fresh, "my son is on it. He’s, the tape has his last moments on it."
Lewis’ mouth dropped open in shock as the man before him dropped his head, silent tears splashing on the countertop. "Shit, just a minute." Picking up the phone he called the chief’s office. In less than a minute he was leading the distraught father to Collig.
TBC...
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