He’d been at it since eight-thirty that morning. At midday the temperature hit 98 degrees and the badly ventilated rooms made Hunter’s task seem like penitence. By the end of the afternoon his shirt was drenched and he’d only managed to cover three hospitals.
‘Have you been swimming?’ Garcia asked, frowning at Hunter’s wet shirt as he got back to the office.
‘Try being locked in stuffy, pathetically small rooms in the basement of hospitals for a few hours and see how you like it,’ Hunter shot back unamused.
‘If you got rid of that jacket it would probably help. How did you get along anyway?’
Hunter waved a brown envelope at Garcia. ‘Patients’ lists for three hospitals. Not much but it’s a start.’
‘And what’s that?’ Garcia pointed to the box Hunter had under his left arm.
‘Oh, it’s just a pair of shoes,’ he said matter-of-factly.
‘Big spender, are we?’
‘That’s the thing. I saw these in the window of a shop close to one of the hospitals. They are closing down in a week so everything is at giveaway prices. I got them for a bargain.’
‘Really? Can I have a look?’ Garcia asked, being curious.
‘Sure.’ Hunter handed him the box.
‘Wow, they are nice,’ Garcia said, after taking both black-leather shoes from the box and looking at them from every angle. ‘And God knows you need new ones,’ he said, pointing to Hunter’s old shoes.
‘I’ve gotta wear them in though. The leather is quite stiff.’
‘With the amount of walking we’ve been doing lately you’ll have no problem.’ Garcia placed both shoes back inside the box and handed it to Hunter.
‘Anyway, how did you get on?’ Hunter brought the subject back to the investigation.
‘I’ve managed to contact Catherine Slater. She doesn’t wear wigs.’
‘Great. Any luck with the wigmakers then?’
Garcia twisted his mouth and frowned, shaking his head. ‘If we wanna get a list of clients that have ordered European hair wigs from any of the wigmakers in LA we’re gonna need a warrant.’
‘A warrant?’
‘They won’t disclose their list of clients. The excuse is always the same . . . clients’ privacy. Their clients wouldn’t appreciate the fact that they wear wigs being advertised to the world.’
‘Advertised to the world? We are conducting a murder investigation here, we’re not the press. It’s not like we’re gonna sell the information to the tabloid papers.’ Hunter snapped.
‘It doesn’t matter. If we don’t get a warrant we’ll get no clients’ list.’
Hunter dropped the envelope on his desk, placed his jacket on the back of his chair and walked over to one of the fans.
‘I can’t believe these people. We’re trying to help them, we’re trying to catch a sadistic killer whose next victim could be someone in their family or themselves, but instead of cooperation what do we get? Fucking hostility and reluctance. It’s like we’re the bad guys. As soon as we say we’re cops it’s like we just punched them in the stomach. All the doors slam shut and on come the security locks,’ Hunter said, walking back to his desk. ‘I’ll talk to Captain Bolter. We’ll get this fucking warrant and the list as soon as . . .’ Hunter detected an air of doubt about Garcia. ‘Something’s bothering you.’
‘The hair found inside George Slater’s car bothers me.’
‘Go on,’ Hunter urged him.
‘Nothing else was found inside the car, right? No fingerprints, no fibers, only a hair strand from a wig?’
‘And you’re thinking this doesn’t sound like our guy, right?’ Hunter concluded. ‘The killer cleans the entire car as he’s done with every crime scene, but leaves a hair behind?’
‘He’s never screwed up before, why would he screw up now?’
‘Maybe it isn’t a screw-up.’
Garcia stared at Hunter with uncertainty. ‘What are you saying? He wants to be caught now?’
‘Not at all. He might just be playing games like he’s always done.’
Garcia still looked unsure.
‘He knows we can’t afford to overlook this. He knows we’ll be following this up, checking with every wigmaker in LA, spending time and resources.’
‘So you think he might’ve left the hair behind on purpose?’
Hunter nodded. ‘To slow us down. To buy him time to plan his next kill. He’s getting closer to his final act,’ he said in a quiet voice.
‘What do you mean, final act?’
‘These killings have some sort of meaning to the killer,’ Hunter explained. ‘As I’ve said before, I’m sure this killer has an agenda, and something tells me he’s about to complete it.’