• Victim: Chloe Moore, 26

  – Probably no connection to Unsub

  – No sexual assault, but touching of skin

• Unsub 11-5

  – White male

  – Slim to medium build

  – Stocking cap

  – Thigh-length dark coat

  – Dark backpack

  – Wore booties

  – No friction ridges

• COD: Poisoning with cicutoxin, introduced into system by tattooing

  – From water hemlock plant

  – No known source

  – Concentrated, eight times normal

• Sedated with propofol

  – How obtained? Access to medical supplies?

• Tattooed with ‘the second’ Old English typeface, surrounded by scallops

  – Part of message?

  – Task force at police HQ checking this out

• Portable tattoo gun used as weapon

  – Model unknown

• Cotton fiber

  – Off white

  – Probably from Unsub’s shirt, torn in struggle

• Page from book, true crime?

  – Probably torn from Unsub’s pocket in struggle

  – Probably mass produced hardcover 1996–2000

  ies

  that his greatest skill was his ability to anticipate

  – On next page:

  the body was found.

• Possibly used adhesive rollers to remove trace from clothing prior to attack
• Handcuffs

  – Generic, cannot be sourced

• Flashlight

  – Generic, cannot be sourced

• Duct tape

  – Generic, cannot be sourced

Trace evidence

• Nitric oxide, ozone, iron manganese, nickel, silver beryllium, chlorinated hydrocarbon, acetylene

  – Possibly oxy-fuel welding supplies

• Tetrodotoxin

  – Fugu fish poison

  – Zombie drug

  – Minute amounts

  – Not used on victim here

• Stercobilin, urea 9.3 g/L, chloride 1.87 g/L, sodium 1.17 g/L, potassium 0.750 g/L, creatinine 0.670 g/L

  – fecal material

  – Possibly suggesting interest/obsession in underground

  – From future kill sites underground?

• Benzalkonium chloride

  – Quaternary ammonium (quat), institutional sanitizer

• Adhesive latex

  – Used in bandages and construction, other uses too

• Inwood marble

  – Dust and fine grains

• Tovex explosive

  – Probably from blast site

CHAPTER 11

‘Hey, dude. Take a seat. I’ll get to you in a few. You want to check out the booklet there? Find something fun, something to impress the ladies. You’re never too old for ink.’

The man’s eyes alighted on Lon Sellitto’s unadorned ring finger and turned back to the young blonde he was speaking to.

The tattoo artist – and owner of the parlor (yeah, parlor, not studio) – was early thirties, scrawny as a crab leg. He was wearing well-cut and pressed black jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt, white, immaculate. His dark-blond hair was pulled back in a long ponytail. He had a dandy beard, an elaborate affair that descended from his upper lip in four thin lines of dark silky hair that circled his mouth and reunited on his chin in a spiral. His cheeks were shaved smooth but his sideburns, sharp as hooks, swept forward from his ears. A steel rod descended from his upper ear down to the lobe. Another, smaller, pierced each eyebrow vertically. After the facial hair and the metalwork, the full-color tattoos of Superman on one forearm and Batman on the other were pretty tame.

Sellitto stepped forward.