100 Ways to Solve a Murder-Chapter 175: The Wilson’s Double Murder Case VI

Present-day, Guy’s Hospital

Elle got out of her car, carrying takeout in her hand; she had just finished eating lunch and was on her way towards Sam’s lab to bring her food. She got on the elevator and pressed the floor; the door closed slowly before her until a hand from outside stopped it, catching the brunette’s attention. Behind the doors were Levi and Marco. The three acknowledged each other’s presence as the two gentlemen walked in. Marco rubbed the back of his head, trying to ignore the awkwardness palpable in the elevator.

The bearded man turned to the brunette, "Lunch?" he asked, noticing the takeout in her hand. Elle shook her head, "This is for Sam", she answered, eyeing the back of the blond’s head discreetly. "Did she call you two?" she asked, and Levi took note of her tone and lack of knowledge on the matter. "Levi received a text from Sam, said she found semen on a victim’s clothing", Marco replied.

The elevator opened, and Levi walked out first, going directly to the lab. Marco, on the other hand, paused for half a second and turned to Elle. "Everything okay?" He asked, curious. He had noticed the expression on the brunette’s face. She seemed sad, in his opinion, something he found unusual. Elle was usually annoyed, irritated; she usually had a stern look on her face or a scowl. But the sight of her ’sad’ was something new to him. She was a strong, smart woman; after all, even Levi Jackson’s occasional jabs on her only annoyed her but never had she been disheartened by it.

"Sam’s fixated on the case", Elle informed softly as the two lagged behind the slicked blond a reasonable distance away that they were out of ear-shot.

Marco furrowed his brows, "Is that a good thing?" he asked, "No, she’s taking this case personally. She won’t tell me why." Elle said, watching Levi swipe his keycard and entering through the Lab’s automatic door.

"Semen?" Levi said instead of a greeting. Her back greeted him upon his entrance, and he could tell she was busy and not in the mood for small talk, something he respected and preferred when they were working together.

"Yes, that would be on Rebecca Wilson’s clothes. The son of a bitch, masturbated on her body after she was dead," she said as the other two entered the Lab. The curse she uttered wasn’t left unnoticed by everyone. She was pissed off enough that she cussed. She turned to the blond and beckoned him to come closer, she gestured for him to take a look under the microscope, and so he did. Through the lens, the sperm looked like little lifeless tadpoles.

Satisfied, he tore his eyes away from the lense and looked at the redhead.

"But since the stain is small and the amount of DNA minute, I’ll have to perform PCR," Sam informed, earning a nod from him. They were both aware that it was going to be a long day; the process took days.

Elle furrowed her brows together, confused. They were speaking a language she doesn’t recognize, and so she leaned closer to Marco. "PCR?" she whispered to him, who turned to her and whispered back, "Polymerase Chain Reaction, its a method employed to make millions of copies of selected segments of the DNA. The process does not change the DNA but merely amplifies the amount," he explained, earning a nod from the brunette.

"It’s safe to assume, though, that we are dealing with someone with a history of mental illness," Sam said, ignoring the other two in the room; she didn’t want to waste time explaining the jargons or whatever they weren’t able to pick up during the discussion with Levi.

Levi nodded; he had created a psychological profile already based on the evidence the killer left. "Previously institutionalized Paranoid Schizophrenic." he specified, and she nodded in agreement. Which basically meant 50% of the clinically insane people.

"This case reminds me of BTK killer; the M.O. is pretty close." she shared, "BTK?" Elle asked Marco again, this time Levi heard, causing him to turn towards the two.

"Dennis Rader killed at least ten people in the Wichita, Kansas area between 1974 and 1991. Rader was known as the BTK Killer, which stands for ’bind, torture, kill.’" he explained.

"The only difference is he adds Rape on his M.O., Bloke is crazy enough to rape and murder, but not crazy enough to forget to use protection--what does it say about him?" the redhead stated, disgusted.

Levi’s eyes rested on her, observing her. "What else?" he asked, knowing she knows more than she lets on. She knew exactly what to look for, what tests to take as if she had seen this crime before. That’s what bothered him; this was ultimately new; this wasn’t a serial. There was no record of this M.O anywhere from his knowledge. So how was she doing that?

"You’ve seen the test results; he sedates them using neural inhibitors and muscle relaxants such as atracurium and doxacurium chloride." she started ignoring the undertone of his question.

"They’re not easily purchased drugs, a prescription is needed, should narrow it down a bit to people in the medical, pharmaceutical field. He also tortures and rapes women in front of the men. He likes making them feel scared in the safety of their own home, Sadistic Mother---." she said, pausing when she noticed Marco’s eyes starting to widen at her.

She willed herself to calm down, but it was proving difficult as she started to imagine what went on in the scene. "He would strangle the victims and masturbate into an article of their clothing after their death. He kills the woman first right in front of the man", she said, tone grim.

Levi nodded, looking her in the eye longer than necessary. "Anything else?" He asked. And the way he locked eyes with her, she knew, he knew she knew something, causing her eyes to soften briefly; she considered telling him but noticed the others in the room. "For now," she said.

The Irishman nodded, turned to leave, knowing she had to get back to work. Since DNA tests of semen can take several days or several weeks before results are available, depending upon which techniques she would have to use, he headed to the door and said: "Well, I must crack on." Behind him followed Marco, who awkwardly said goodbye to the two before stepping out the door. Sam took a breath, rubbed her temples, and got back to work.

There was a lot to be done. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Murder to Solve.

Criminal to catch.

....

20 years ago, Dr. Martin’s Clinic

Sam placed her hands on the table, looking the man more than twice her age straight in the eyes. "And you will help me. You are my Doctor, after all," she claimed.

Kevin looked back at the red-haired teenage girl in jeans, overalls, and sneakers making demands in his office. He smiled, both amused and impressed. Of course, he will help her; that’s why he was there after all.

He held down his smile, "You need your guardian’s consent, Sam." he informed her, breaking the confident spell she was on. Sam frowned, crap, she thought.

And based on her expression, he knew she didn’t think that far ahead, something he found amusing. For someone who can solve complicated mathematical equations, she failed to see the flaw in her plan. "I’ll have it; just give me some time", Sam said, not as confident as she was seconds before.

"You know where to find me." He said, dismissing her lightly, knowing full well he’ll hear from her soon.

In the evening the same day, Sam knocked on her grandfather’s Study, walking in after hearing him say ’Come in’. Her big green eyes rested on her grandfather, seated behind the mahogany table, leaning comfortably on his chair holding a book in his hand. All four walls were covered with shelves hewn from a tall cedar tree, filled with row after row of books organized neatly by different genres and alphabetical order. She loved that room; she spent a lot of her time reading there with her grandfather growing up.

The redhead took a deep breath, willing to calm herself; she felt like she was about to present and defend a thesis.

"Gran?" She called his attention, and he looked at her through his reading glasses. "Yes?" He asked, noticing she was a bit tense.

Sam cleared her throat, "I want to talk." She said. Of which he found amusing coming from a 13-year-old. "Alright." He said, all ears on her as he closed the magazine, took his reading glasses off, and placed it on the table. He gestured for her to continue.

Sam mentally debated trudging forward, but she knew that if not today, it will be tomorrow. Might as well give it a shot now, after all, as the saying goes, ’there’s no time like the present’ and filled with determination, she opened her mouth to speak. "I want to have Psychoanalysis Therapy with Dr. Martin." She said.