I ran my thumb across my lower lip as I thought. “No, I don’t think so. These types of dumps have been going on for a few years.”

I slowly stood and walked around the girl’s forms that practically glowed under the lamps. “We have too many bodies that could be the same serial for him to have only been out of prison for a short time. I’m not sure yet but the lips sewn together is too deliberate not to mean something,” I said, pointing to the matted hair. “And why are they pristine except for their hair and faces?”

Looking around, I spotted a forensic team member taking photographs and made my way over. The woman bent over to take a photograph. She stood up straight and scowled before taking in the outfit. I peeked at her name tag before speaking. “Ann, What can you tell me?”

Ann lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “I can’t tell you much. The tire tread is a standard ATV mark, and tens of thousands of them are made and used on these trails every year.” She pointed to the strange drag pattern. “Now that is more interesting but not very helpful.”

“What is it,” Hanson asked before I could.

“It’s the mark from their hair dragging on the ground.” Ann pointed to the marked spot in the mud. “We already followed the trail that way as far as we could, but we lost it once we got to the paved road.”

“So, they were on the back of an ATV with their heads dragging on the ground,” I asked and looked back to the girls. Once more, the MO for this serial was all over the place.

“No, just their hair. The trail was so heavy at this point because the hair collected mud, leaves, and branches the further the person drove. It was laying behind the four-wheeler like a horse’s tail.”

Hanson scribbled the notes down and then scratched his chin. “Wouldn’t that be an odd position to have two bodies in that you’re trying to hide?”

Ann nodded. “For the bodies to arrive the way they have, they must have been wrapped in some sort of protection except their heads. Based on the length of their hair and the average height of an ATV, they would need to be hanging over the back end with their legs straddling the driver.” Ann bent over as she tried to demonstrate the position.

“So, let me get this straight. Whoever this killer is, drove with two naked girls’ legs wrapped around him as he drove?”

“Essentially, yes,” Ann replied.

“What the fuck?” Hanson mumbled. For once, I seconded his sentiment.

I stepped away to once more go and stare at the faces of the two girls that could easily have been Kirby. They were that close in age. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“What?”