Page 48 of Cold Vengeance

“These are cold cases. Since they’re not active...” He held up his index finger, indicating that someone had answered the phone.

While Tony talked to whomever answered, River went back to April’s notes. There was no indication why she’d drawn the flowers or that she’d followed up on anything concerning them. River looked through the pictures she had taken of the podcast pages before it disappeared. She couldn’t help but notice that the hit-and-run case was a little similar to the two Tony was calling about. However, it didn’t happen in December. In fact, it occurred in the summer. In June. She looked up the case online and saw that Detective Porter, the detective April had interviewed, had been quoted by a reporter about Cheryl’s death. “This was a senseless act,” he’d said. “If only someone had called us earlier, we could have prevented this. It makes all of us angry.”

He sounded like someone who might be willing to help them. River looked up the substation’s number where Detective Porter worked and called them. When she asked for him, she was told he’d retired. After explaining to the woman who’d answered the phone why she was calling, she took River’s number and promised to call the detective.

“He was always bothered by this case,” she said. “Told us that if anyone ever called about it or if we came up with a suspect, to let him know.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate your help,” River said.

“That was an awful thing. Still bothers me to think about it. We never could understand why so many people ignored that poor woman.”

River thanked her again and disconnected the call just as Tony finished his.

“Did you get what you wanted?” she asked.

“Let’s just say that the police were not forthcoming,” he said. “Iwas informed that the case is closed, and they have no intention of talking about it.”

“I guess we could try contacting the families,” River said. “Of course, Shelly Evans’s father is gone. We’d have to locate someone else.”

“That wouldn’t be hard. Just pull up the obituaries.”

River told him about her call concerning Cheryl Armitage.

“Do you think he’ll really reach out?”

“I don’t see why not, although April hasn’t drawn a dogwood flower by Cheryl’s name. I also noticed that this happened in the summer and the others occurred in December. Could be coincidence—or it might just mean that we have serial killers on the brain.”

“That’s not impossible,” Tony said. “I’ll see if I can scare up some numbers for Ted’s mother and Shelly’s family. See if they know of any reason April would make a note about a dogwood flower.”

“The dogwood symbolizes rebirth, resilience, and renewal,” River said.

“My turn to ask once again how you know that.”

River grinned at him. “I looked it up once.”

Tony shook his head. “Isn’t there some kind of religious meaning to it?”

“Yes. Some people believe the cross Jesus died on was made of dogwood. However, the dogwood isn’t native to Israel, so that’s not likely. I think the symbols can relate to faith though. But I wouldn’t put too much stock into it.”

“Well, it’s possible someone did,” Tony said.”

“You really think we may have another serial killer on our hands?”

Tony shrugged. “Probably not. But I want to know why April drew a picture of the same flower in reference to both of these cases, don’t you?”

“Maybe it was some kind of wish that both victims would bereborn with God. A drawing of a flower is pretty flimsy.” She sighed. “These deaths are so similar though. Both victims were found by the side of the road. Both had blunt force trauma to the head. No one saw anything. And...”

“They both had a physical condition. Shelly had MS and Ted was diabetic.”

River shook her head. “I can’t imagine that had anything to do with their murders. I mean, diabetes isn’t something anyone would know about unless Ted told them. And Shelly probably wasn’t showing clear signs of MS. I doubt most people would notice anything different about her. She may have been too weak to walk all the way to that ravine, but she was in the early stages.” She met Tony’s gaze. “You’re thinking of that case we worked three or four years ago when we were still at the BAU.”

“How could I not? The only time we ever profiled someone who killed people he decided weredamaged.”

River and Tony had seen some awful things when they worked for the FBI. This case was one of the worst. A man named Edwin Siebert killed people he thought were impaired—marred in some way. He believed he was ridding the world of human beings who were a drain on society.

“His abusive father was deaf,” River said. “Siebert’s hatred for him triggered his killing spree. Thankfully, the police were able to catch him. He’ll never see the world outside of prison again. That was one time our profile was completely on target.”

“One time?” Tony said. “We did pretty well. Of course, we can only profile with the evidence in front of us, but you and I had a pretty good track record.”

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