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month passed, <strong>and</strong> they<br />
A were no closer to catching<br />
whoever had shot three teenage boys<br />
<strong>and</strong> dumped their bodies in public<br />
places around a city that had never<br />
imagined itself the home of a serial<br />
killer. The SBI <strong>and</strong> FBI consultants<br />
were stumped. There was no sign of a<br />
sexual angle, which made their profiles<br />
useless. Emmitt had interviewed family<br />
members <strong>and</strong> friends of the victims, to<br />
no avail. No one was able to provide a<br />
clue as to why the boys had been killed<br />
or who was responsible.<br />
Working for weeks through<br />
contacts in the Hispanic community,<br />
Emmitt finally spoke with the Ramirez<br />
family by telephone. In the country<br />
illegally, they returned to Mexico after<br />
their son’s death <strong>and</strong> were reluctant<br />
to talk to the police. From them, he<br />
heard the same refrain as he had from<br />
the other families: their son was off<br />
drugs, going to school, on the right<br />
track. Those people at the church were<br />
miracle workers. The family had no<br />
idea who wanted Juan dead or why.<br />
Emmitt finished the call <strong>and</strong><br />
thanked the young woman who<br />
graciously agreed to translate for her<br />
help. When he returned from escorting<br />
her out of the maze of cubicles occupied<br />
by the Criminal Investigation Division,<br />
he sank into his chair with a sigh. To<br />
hear the families <strong>and</strong> friends tell it,<br />
the boys—while not exactly model<br />
citizens—were living the straight <strong>and</strong><br />
narrow at the time of their deaths.<br />
For weeks, he chalked it up to no one<br />
wanting to speak ill of the dead; now he<br />
was beginning to wonder.<br />
He paged Phoebe. It had been a<br />
few days since they’d spoken, neither<br />
wanting to discuss the lack of progress.<br />
When his phone rang, he was still trying<br />
to decide how to convince her to see<br />
things his way. The whole investigation<br />
proceeded on the premise that the boys<br />
were involved in something that had<br />
gotten them killed. That they had seen<br />
something or known something that<br />
made them a danger to the drug or<br />
gang community. So far, nobody had<br />
been able to come up with anything<br />
that linked the boys to illegal activity at<br />
the time of their death, or to each other.<br />
Emmitt picked up on the second<br />
ring, “Phoebe, just wanted to let you<br />
know I finally got through to the<br />
Ramirez family. They insist they don’t<br />
have a clue who killed their son or why,<br />
but the parents are convinced that Juan<br />
was getting his act together. Claim he<br />
was off drugs <strong>and</strong> going to school when<br />
he was killed. And apparently, he was<br />
part of the same church youth group as<br />
Deshawn <strong>and</strong> Bryan.”<br />
“Well, they were right about the<br />
school attendance <strong>and</strong> the drugs. The<br />
school records confirm that all three<br />
boys attended regularly, only a few<br />
excused absences among them during<br />
the six months prior to their deaths.<br />
Their drug screens were all negative,<br />
too.”<br />
In spite of being a member of the<br />
taskforce, Emmitt wasn’t privy to all of<br />
the information Homicide accumulated<br />
on the cases. He cursed himself for not<br />
asking sooner. “So, it looks like the drug<br />
angle is off base. If they were dealing,<br />
they would’ve been using.”<br />
“Rierson still thinks it’s a possibility.”<br />
“You know that’s unlikely. And<br />
there were no stashes of cash found at<br />
any of the homes.”<br />
“I know,” Phoebe said, “but at this<br />
point, we don’t have anything else to go<br />
on.”<br />
Emmitt could hear the frustration<br />
in her voice, “All of the families said<br />
the boys were attending that church<br />
program when they were killed.”<br />
“Rierson talked to the pastor about<br />
Bryan. The guy told him the same story<br />
he had about Deshawn. Both boys quit<br />
the program a couple of months before<br />
their deaths. We didn’t know about<br />
Juan.”<br />
“Well, that doesn’t fit with what<br />
the families are saying. They insist the<br />
boys were off drugs, in school, <strong>and</strong><br />
participating in the church program.<br />
Now you’re telling me that you have<br />
conformation of the first two. We need<br />
to look at the church. It’s the only link<br />
we’ve come up with so far. Has anyone<br />
talked with the other kids in the<br />
program?”<br />
“Rierson took care of that angle,”<br />
Phoebe said. “I’m sure he must have<br />
interviewed everyone who had any<br />
contact with the boys.”<br />
Her words were belied by the hint<br />
of doubt in her tone.<br />
“We need to do it again, push<br />
harder,” Emmitt said. “The kids may<br />
be afraid they’ll get into trouble if they<br />
talk to the police. They may know<br />
something they’re too scared to admit.”<br />
Before he hung up, Emmitt had<br />
Phoebe’s agreement they would reinterview<br />
the kids in the church youth<br />
group. Phoebe would find out when<br />
the kids met next <strong>and</strong> get back with<br />
him. He was relieved he hadn’t had to<br />
suggest leaving Rierson out of it; she<br />
hadn’t mentioned asking her partner<br />
along.<br />
T<br />
***<br />
here was a chill in the air<br />
<strong>and</strong> not a cloud in sight. The<br />
hardwoods sported a brilliant display<br />
of color that made Emmitt glad he’d<br />
escaped from the cramped cubicle that<br />
passed for an office. He drove while<br />
Phoebe navigated, calling out the turns<br />
as they wound their way deeper into<br />
the countryside. The final turn led them<br />
down a dirt road with still no sign of<br />
the church.<br />
“This place is out in the middle of<br />
nowhere,” Emmitt said. “I didn’t know<br />
we had spots this remote in the county.”<br />
“You need to get out of town more<br />
often.” Phoebe smiled at him. “This area<br />
near the river is still pretty undeveloped,<br />
<strong>and</strong> I hope it stays that way.”<br />
“Is a deputy meeting us out here?”<br />
Emmitt asked. They were well outside<br />
Winston-Salem city limits. Technically,<br />
the sheriff’s office had jurisdiction.<br />
Phoebe shook her head. “They’re<br />
leaving it to us. They’re part of the<br />
taskforce, but I get the feeling they’re<br />
happy to let us take the heat for the lack<br />
of progress on the case.”<br />
Emmitt was pleased they were on<br />
their own. His experience with teens<br />
taught him it was usually better to talk<br />
to kids without a show of force. Phoebe’s<br />
petite size <strong>and</strong> youthful appearance<br />
made her naturally less threatening<br />
than him. Over the years, he learned<br />
how to put kids at ease in spite of his<br />
68 <strong>Suspense</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> September 2012 / Vol. 038