else had anything.
“Uh, Agent Brass—I mean, Doran?”
“Yes?”
“You might’ve already said this, but what about the poems? Do you have any more of an idea how they fit?”
“Well, they are obviously being used in exhibition. We noted this yesterday. This is his signature, and though he obviously wants to elude capture, at the same time his psychology is such that he just has to leave a little something that says, Hey, I was here. This is where the poems come in. As for the poems themselves the correlation is that they all are or can be read as being about death. There is also the theme that death is a portal to other things, other places. ‘Through the pale door,’ I believe, is one of the quotes he used. What it may be is that the Poet may believe he is sending these men he has killed to a better world. He is transforming them. It’s something to think about when we consider the pathology of this individual. But once again, we come back to the instability of all our conjectures. It’s kind of like we are looking through a full trash can to try to find out what somebody ate for dinner last night. We don’t know what this man is doing and we won’t until we have him.”
“Brass? Bob again. What are you reading on the planning of these crimes?”
“I’ll let Brad answer that.”
“This is Brad. Uh, we’re calling this guy a modified traveler. Yes, he is using the whole country as his canvas but he is staying put for weeks and sometimes months at a time. This is unusual in our prior profiling. The Poet is not a hit-and-run killer. He hits and then he stays around for a while. We are to expect that during this period the hunter watched the hunted. He must come to know his victim’s routines and nuances. Possibly, he even strikes up a passing acquaintance. That’s something to look for. A new friend or acquaintance in each detective’s life. Maybe a new neighbor or guy at the local bar. The situation in Denver also suggests that he may come at them as a source, someone with information. He may be using a combination of these approaches.”
“Which leads to the next step,” Backus said. “After contact.”
“Power,” Hazelton said. “After he gets close enough to these victims, how does he take control? Well, we assume he has some kind of weapon that initially allows him to take theirs, but there is something more. How does he get six, now seven, homicide detectives to write out lines of poetry? How does he avoid a struggle in every one of these cases? At the moment, we are exploring the possibility of hypnosis combined with chemical enhancers taken from the victim’s home. The McEvoy case is the anomaly. Setting it aside and looking at the others, there is probably no one among us who has an empty medicine cabinet. And there probably isn’t a cabinet among the bunch that doesn’t have some prescription or store-bought medication that wouldn’t serve as an enhancer. Obviously some things work better than others. But the point is, if this scenario is correct, the Poet is using the things made available to him by the victims. We are looking at this hard. That’s it, for now.”
“Okay, then,” Backus said. “Any other questions?”
The room and phone speaker remained silent.
“Okay, people,” he said, leaning forward, his hands on the table and his mouth close to the phone speaker. “Your best work. We really need it this time.”
Rachel and I followed Backus and Thompson to the Hyatt where Matuzak had reserved rooms. I had to check in and pay for my room while Backus checked in and got keys for the other five, which the government would pay for. Still, I got the discount the hotel regularly gave the FBI. It must have been the shirt.
Rachel and Thompson were waiting in the lobby lounge where we had decided on a drink before dinner. When Backus gave her one of the keys, I heard him say that she was in room 321 and I committed it to memory. I was four doors away in room 317 and I was already thinking about the night ahead, about closing that gap.
After a half hour of small talk Backus stood up and said he was going to his room to review the day’s reports before heading out to the airport to pick up Thorson and Carter. He turned down