1960: My uncle is the FBI Director

Chapter 18 countdown, but I need evidence.
Getting back to the main point, Theodore compiled the clues from the crime scene and the medical examiner's office and believed they were sufficient to release a profile.

He reviewed the scene based on the new clues obtained from the forensic department, and finally said, "I have the following guesses about the murderer."

Upon hearing this, Bernie straightened up, took out paper and pen, and stared intently at Theodore.

"The perpetrator is male, has a preference for blonde women, is between 30 and 45 years old, and is in his physical prime."

"The killer was muscular and likely a regular at the gym. He may have had or was currently using testosterone."

"The killer was financially well-off, above middle class, and could afford an expensive umbrella. He probably drove a car befitting his status or worked near Rose Street."

"The killer's motive stemmed from his own incompetence and inferiority complex. He vented his anger at his own incompetence by torturing and killing prostitutes."

Bernie quickly finished writing, waited a while to make sure there was nothing left before stopping. He frowned and picked up the notes he had written, flipping through them one by one.

Based on Theodore's profile, there are two main leads suitable for their investigation: one is the purchase records of testosterone drugs at the gym, and the other is the purchase records of Trojan umbrellas.

Without sufficient manpower, it is difficult for just two people to obtain the investigation results in a short period of time.

After a moment's hesitation, he pulled out two case files and handed them to Bernie. As Bernie opened and looked through them, he said...
“I compared the three cases, 600523 (Candy), 600527 (Jeanne), and 600528 (Joan), and found that they have many things in common.”

He arranged the two case files in chronological order, and then took an empty folder as a third file—due to time constraints, the case file for 600528 had not yet been completed, so an empty file could only be used temporarily.

He listed the fatal wounds one by one: "accident, strangulation, post-mortem mutilation. Accident - intentional - excessive, it's a gradual process."

Theodore pulled out 600523 and explained, "Killing Candy was just an accident. At this time, the murderer felt guilty about Candy's death, so he put Candy on the bed and covered her with a blanket."

He then drew 600527, stating that "Jeanne's death was caused in a fit of rage, and afterward, the murderer felt remorse and put the victim back on the bed and covered her with a blanket."

"The killer showed no remorse when he killed Joan. Moreover, after the deaths of the first two victims, the killer's anger subsided and he returned to reason. But with Joan, the killer was completely consumed by rage. The death of the victim did not bring him back to reason; instead, it further fueled his brutality."

"He derived a sense of pleasure from killing and mutilating corpses, which would soon become a compensation for his impotence."

"But this pleasure is very short-lived and fades very quickly. In order to retain this pleasure, the perpetrator will inevitably continue to commit crimes."

"Given the killer's concern about his X ability, the intervals between his crimes would be even shorter."

Bernie was dumbfounded, as if he had just heard a foreign language. After a long while, he came to his senses and asked incredulously, "You mean all three of them were done by the same person?"

Theodore nodded.

"Do you think he'll commit another crime soon?" Bernie continued.

Theodore nodded again, "If we quantify anger, in 600523 there was only one slap, in 600527 it was enough to strangle someone, and in 600528 it had become killing someone and then mutilating the corpse."

“He is now like a wild beast out of control, completely dominated by anger and desire. If we don’t find him soon, he will continue to kill to satisfy his desires.”

He glanced at the time, then at the sky outside, and finally said, "Based on the intervals between his last crimes, his next crime is very likely to happen tonight."

Bernie went through the case file repeatedly, but still felt that Theodore's account sounded more like a bizarre story. Even more bizarre than strange voodoo or communication with ghosts!
Theodore observed Bernie's expression and knew he hadn't convinced him. If he couldn't even convince Bernie, convincing Wenner was even more hopeless.

Without persuading Wenner, it's impossible to mobilize manpower for the investigation. With just the two of them, it would be good enough if they could visit all the pharmacies and gyms in the city and get any records today.

Knowing full well that someone will be killed tonight, there's nothing we can do!
All because of an infighting started by a stupid pig!

Theodore began to think that the Zachary villains had gone too far.

Bernie quickly understood Theodore's meaning and said with difficulty, "I really want to support you, but about the boss..." Theodore sighed, "Let's go, let's go and collect the list of pharmacies first."

Bernie seemed to have made up his mind, and walked toward Wenner's office with the case file in hand.

After a brief moment of surprise, Theodore hurriedly followed, and when he went in, he saw Bernie stammering as he repeated what he had said.

Theodore stepped in to fill in the gap when Bernie stopped.

He tried to make his description more detailed, more straightforward, and easier to understand.

Wenner listened quietly until Theodore finished speaking, then asked the question that Bernie and Theodore had both anticipated.
Is there any evidence to support this?

Seeing that the two remained silent, Wenner closed the case file and handed it back to them, saying, "I need evidence. Just like last time, I need evidence."

He pointed at Theodore and said, "Your active thinking is valuable, but when it comes to putting ideas into practice, I need substantial evidence. I can't just drag everyone out because of your ideas."

Bernie wasn't ready to give up, and said dryly, "Boss, look, all three of these dead men are blond. So many people like blond hair..."

Wenner looked over and said, "At least half of the prostitutes on Rose Street are blonde, or if they aren't blonde, they've dyed them blonde."

Bernie mumbled, scratching his head, unable to speak.

Wenner is very authoritative among the murder squad members, especially when he reveals his 'bully dog ​​form', which is very imposing.

He tapped the table with his finger, and seeing that Bernie had calmed down, Wenner retracted his 'bully dog' persona, reverted to his gentle self, offered a few words of encouragement, and sent the man away.

He closed the door, lowered the blinds, and sat there sighing. He slowly took out a piece of chocolate, put it in his mouth, and chewed it, his gaze on the door gradually deepening.

Outside.

The commotion inside was heard by several group members nearby, who exchanged knowing glances when the two came out.

Bernie waved to them and tentatively asked Theodore, "Why don't you try talking to them again?"

"Check if the killer left anything behind?"

Theodore shook his head, stuffed the file back into the drawer, and went to get the key, but Bernie grabbed it first.

"Why don't we take advantage of the time we still have and go look for a gym and a pharmacy?"

The killer was likely to commit the crime at night, so they still had half a day. Theodore wasn't one to surrender easily, and he wasn't planning to wait patiently until he received news of a new body.

As he walked out, he said, "We'll first go to the large gyms in the South and North districts to investigate, mainly targeting people who have only started buying testosterone in the last month."

Felton's residential planning is based on income. The west side is a slum, the east side is an affluent area, and the south and north sides are residential areas for the middle class and blue-collar workers.

This was Bernie's area of ​​expertise, and he immediately perked up.

As they left the police station, they saw Kahor still talking animatedly and with great enthusiasm.

Bernie pursed his lips, stretched out his arm and made a shooting gesture at him, then turned to Theodore and asked for the voodoo doll.

"Do you know when Kahor's birthday is?" he asked Theodore as he drove.

(End of this chapter)