Winterkill. P.H. Turner
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Название: Winterkill
Автор: P.H. Turner
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: The Nation
isbn: 9781616505516
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Hunter wrinkled his forehead. “I remember some trouble around Missoula. I had a client at the bank who ranched. He had a cow mutilated on his place. It’s been awhile. I don’t remember all the particulars, but I do remember there weren’t any arrests.”
“I didn’t see any arrests. The mutilations just stopped.”
“You find any cases in Wyoming?” he asked.
“A couple out of around Laramie, but that was seven years ago,” I said.
“Not much of a pattern. I hope this is an isolated case out on Foster’s ranch, but it may not be.”
The waiter was hovering. “Will you be having dessert this evening?”
“Sawyer?”
“Nothing more for me, thank you.”
He ordered two brandies. “We’ll have our brandy before the fire.”
Hunter slipped his arm around my shoulders, tucking me close. I enjoyed his embrace, the scent of his cologne and the rasp of his beard when he leaned close.
“I’m happy around you. I can be open with you. Almost like I’ve known you for a long time. I don’t share Emily’s story with too many people.”
I put my brandy on the side table. I was getting too relaxed.
“Do I make you feel that way? I mean—I know we’ve only to begun to see each other, but do you think I can?” he asked.
Before I could answer, Hunter’s focus shifted to the door of the restaurant. His fingers tapped out a rhythm on my shoulder. Jake entered the dining room with a tall, willowy blonde who was laughing at something he’d said.
Hunter snapped his attention back to me. “Know her? The woman with Spooner?”
“No, I’ve never seen her before.”
“Morgan Hall. She owns a successful public relations firm over on Main and Third.” Hunter drained his brandy. He took his arm from around my shoulders, motioning the waiter for a second.
Jake and Morgan stopped by the fire. “Good evening. Sawyer, this is Morgan Hall. Morgan, Sawyer Cahill. Sawyer recently moved here from Texas.” I flushed, remembering the way Jake sat a horse.
Morgan and I smiled our hellos.
Hunter dipped his head to Morgan. Without looking at Jake, he said, “Spooner.”
The waiter showed Jake and Morgan to a table. “What’s with you two?” I asked.
“You could say we have nothing in common.”
9
I was on the phone early to catch my friend in San Antonio before his morning caseload began. Logan Matthews was a clinical psychologist at the University of Texas Med School. I’d gotten to know him when he was a source on a child abuse case I covered. We had a favorite cafe in Alamo Square where we met to share a drink when he was working with me.
“Good morning Logan. Sawyer here. Hope I caught you before your day cranks up. How are you?”
“Quite well, Sawyer. I haven’t heard from you in awhile. You must be working on a story.” He sounded curious. I pictured him sitting in his cluttered office with his mane of unruly white hair sticking up in tufts.
“I’m working on an animal mutilation. I’d buy you a drink in the Square tonight, but I moved to Cheyenne a couple of weeks ago.”
“Cheyenne! I’ll miss our little gatherings.” I heard his chair creak. “Tell me what you’ve got going.”
I summarized the facts. “The testes and tail were taken. What do you think?”
For a while, I only heard his quiet breathing. Finally, he cleared his throat. “He took the symbol of manhood while enjoying the bull’s suffering. Inflicting the pain makes him feel in control and the mutilation is a catharsis for his rage.”
“You sure he’s a man?” I nudged.
“Almost certainly it’s a man. A very angry man with a dangerous psychopathology. He thinks very little of the consequences of what he’s doing and views the animal as existing only to serve his needs.”
“Have you treated any patients like this?”
“I’ve treated a couple of cases, but with very little success. FBI profiles indicate that animal abuse is one of the early traits of serial murderers.”
“Do they all become serial murders?”
“No, not always. What triggers the human mind to act out its thoughts remains a mystery.”
“If taking the testes made him feel in control, what was cutting off the tail about?”
“My dear, some hunters in Africa take the tail and horns from their trophy animals. I don’t put much significance in his taking the animal’s tail. Drawing the peace sign in blood on the side of the animal may have been a sardonic gesture. He may be just thumbing his nose at the police.”
“Could you give me a quick profile of this guy?”
“He’s probably between twenty and fifty, in good shape, and probably knows something about stock ranching. These men can be bright, successful—charismatic even. Then there is the economic angle of killing a rancher’s prize bull. You have a very interesting case. I want you to let me know what happens.”
“I will.”
“One more thing, he’ll mutilate again. Rarely are they able to act out just one time. The rage builds until he’s desperate for release. Be careful following the story, my dear.”
I finished my notes, scribbling a reminder to send a bottle of Chivas to Logan when Clay stuck his head in my office. “Hey, great work covering that mutilation, kiddo. Have you seen the comments on the website? Viewers are guessing about what kind of sick person we got and what’s going to happen next. One guy wants to know who the new good looking reporter is!”
“Thanks. I’ll check the website. I talked to Hunter Kane about Sam’s losing his herd to brucellosis…”
“Tell me about it.” He settled into the one comfortable chair in my office.
“You know much about the disease?”
“Nah.” Clay scratched his head. “Never been around ranching much. I know what happened out at Jordan’s place is standard operating procedure by the government to keep the disease from spreading.”
“I didn’t know much either until I researched it on the web. Brucellosis infects the cow causing her to abort her fetus. Any animal that comes in contact with infected birth fluids gets the disease.” I began to sell my next story. “Buffalo ranchers compete with cattle ranchers to be the meat on the dinner table. You know who else brucellosis slams financially? The hunting business. The elk and big horn sheep are infected, СКАЧАТЬ