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Annual Crime Reduction Awards on the wall until he finally informed me that he
had checked me out with his captain; then he buzzed me through.
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Another uniformed officer was there waiting for me.
"Pulaski, take Mister"  the sergeant glanced down at the sign-in sheet
"Cross back to the locker room please. He's looking for Stemple. I thought
he'd be out by now."
I followed him down a busy hallway, picking up strands of cop talk along the
way. Pulaski pushed open a heavy swinging door into the locker room. The smell
was familiar, sweat and various antiseptics.
"Stemple! You got a visitor."
A young guy, late twenties, about my height but heavier, looked over. He was
alone at a row of beat-up army-green lockers, and he was just pulling on a
Washington Nationals road jersey. Another half-dozen or so off-duty cops were
standing around, grousing and laughing about the state of the court system,
which definitely was a joke these days.
I walked over to where Stemple was putting his watch on and still basically
ignoring me.
"Could I talk to you for a minute?" I asked. I was trying to be polite, but
it took an effort with this guy who liked to beat up on his girlfriend.
"About?" Stemple barely looked my way.
I lowered my voice. "I want to talk to you& about Kim Stafford."
All at once, the less-than-friendly welcome downgraded to pure animosity.
Stemple rocked back on his heels and looked me up and down like I was a street
person who'd just broken into his house.
"What are you doing in here anyway? You a cop?"
"I used to be a cop, but now I'm a therapist. I work with Kim."
Stemple's eyes beaded and burned. He was getting the picture now, and he
didn't like what he saw. Neither did I, because I was looking at a powerfully
built male who beat up on women and sometimes burned them with lit objects.
"Yeah, well, I just pulled a double, and I'm out of here. You stay away from
Kim, if you know what's good for you. You hear me?"
Now that we'd met, I had a professional opinion of Stemple: He was a piece of
shit. As he walked away, I said, "You're beating her up, Stemple. You burned
her with a cigar."
The locker room got still, but I noticed that no one hurried to get in my
face on Stemple's behalf. The others just watched. A couple of them nodded, as
though maybe they knew about Stemple and Kim already.
He slowly turned back to me and puffed himself up. "What are you trying to
start with me, asshole? Who the hell are you? She screwing you?"
"It's nothing like that. I told you, I just came here to talk. If you know
what's good for you, you should listen."
That's when Stemple threw the first punch. I stepped back, and he missed, but
not by much. He was definitely hot-tempered, and strong.
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It was all I needed, though, maybe all I wanted. I feinted to the left, then
countered with an uppercut into his gut. Some of the air rushed out of him.
But then his powerful arms latched around my middle. Stemple drove me hard
against a row of lockers. The metal boomed with the impact. Pain radiated
through my upper and lower back. I hoped nothing was broken already
As soon as I could get my footing again, I bulldozed him back, and he
stumbled, losing his grip. He swung again. This time, he connected hard with
my jaw.
I returned the favor  a solid right to the chin  followed with a looping
left hook that landed just over his eyebrow. One for me, one for Kim Stafford.
Then I hit him with a right to the cheekbone.
Stemple spun halfway around; then he surprised me and went down to the locker
room floor. His right eye was already starting to close.
My arms pulsed. I was ready for more of this punk, this coward. The fight
never should have started, but it had, and I was disappointed when he didn't
get up again.
"Is that how it is with Kim? She pisses you off, you take a swing?"
He groaned but didn't say anything to me.
I said, "Listen, Stemple. You want me to keep what I know to myself, not go
any higher with this? Make sure it doesn't happen again. Ever. Keep your hands
off her. And your cigars. Are we clear?"
He stayed where he was, and that told me what I needed to know. I was halfway
to the door when one of the other cops caught my eye. "Good for you," he said.
Chapter 71
IF NANA HAD BEEN WORKING the Georgetown case, in her own inimitable style,
she'd have said it was "simmering" about now. Sampson and I had tossed a bunch
of interesting ingredients into the mix, and we'd turned the heat up high. Now
it was time for some results.
I looked at the big man across a table full of crime reports spread out
between us. "I've never seen so much information lead to so little," I said
grumpily.
"Now you know what I've been dealing with on this," he said, and squeezed and
unsqueezed a rubber stress ball in his fist. I was surprised the thing hadn't
burst into a million pieces by now.
"This guy is careful, seems smart enough, and he's cruel. Got a powerful
angle too  using his souvenirs to threaten these women. Making it personal.
In case you hadn't figured that out already," I said. I was just talking it
through out loud. Sometimes that helps.
My thing lately, my habit, was pacing. I'd probably covered about six miles
of carpet in the past fourteen hours, all in the same Second District station
conference room where we were holed up. My feet hurt some, but that's how I
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kept my brain going. That and sour-apple Altoids.
We'd started that morning by cross-referencing the last four years of Uniform
Crime Reports, looking for potentially related cases  reaching for anything
that could start to tie this thing together. Given what we now knew about our
perp, we had looked at female missing persons, rape cases, and especially
murder where mutilation was involved. First for Georgetown and then for the
whole DC metro area.
To keep our mood as light as possible, we'd listened to "Elliot in the
Morning" on the radio, but even Elliot and Diane couldn't brighten our moods
that day, good as they are at mood-brightening.
In order to cover all our bases, we made a second pass, checking unsolved
murders in general. The result was a list of potential follow-ups that was
just as large as it was unpromising.
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