“Konan, slow down. Have you considered that maybe a lone individual killed Ana Marie? That maybe it was a fluke, or just some random kill?”
Konan sat down and shrugged. Lilly could see that her remark may have been a bit harsh. Still, none of the evidence proved his theory.’
“All I’m saying is…”
“No, you’re right Lilly. It very well could be a random killing. I may be seeing threads where there are none.”
“I’ve upset you. Gee man, I wasn’t trying to be rude or insensitive.”
“You didn’t upset me. Let’s work the case. Ana Marie is dead, and our lead was given to us by a mass murderer. Now, we must focus and try to generate something that is not linked to Traylor, Brown or Withers.”
“Where do we start?”
“Let’s go see if the forensic team has found anything.”
The forensic team worked at the east end of the police department. They were one floor down from the murder room. Konan and Lilly stepped on the elevator and rode down to the ground floor. Chief Tech Sarah White saw them approach. She waved them into a room filled with cubicles.
“Hey. We thought we would run by and see if you had discovered anything new concerning the case of Ana Marie.”
“We sent off samples of the bag the poor girl was stuffed in, we may have discovered the type of knife used to kill her.”
Konan nodded. Every team member was important when it came to unraveling crimes. Even the support staff was important. In some cases the leads dried up until the forensic geeks showed up and did their jobs.
“Great,” Konan said. “Show me what you have.”
She turned on a monitor and clicked the mouse. The crocker sack appeared on the monitor. Sarah led the mouse cursor to a smudge on the lip of the sack.
“This is a smudged fingerprint. We are working on getting it identified, but we may not be able to. Still, Ana Marie deserves our best effort.” Sarah’s eyes grew hazy and filled with tears. She clicked over to the next page. An eight-inch blade showed on the screen. It was not a serrated blade.
“This is an eight-inch Chef’s Knife. There are no serrations. Hence, the reason for the smoothness of the cut.”
“Who made the blade,” Lilly asked.
“That’s unimportant in the large scheme of things. These blades are made from carbon steel. Every maker has a mark they put on the blade. Whether it’s their name or symbol something identifies it. In the case of Ana Marie, there’s no mark on her. It was probably a low end knife.”
“Exactly how much does a set of these knives cost,” Konan asked. Lilly and Sarah stared at him.
“Why, Konan? Are you in the market for a set of cutlery?”
“Sarah, correct me if I’m wrong. You said that the killer used an unmarked, low-end blade to do the deed, yeah?”
“Um, yeah that is my supposition.”
“So, a price range would give us an idea of what financial bracket the killer may fall into. I would imagine that an aspiring chef would still want the best cutlery they could afford, or something slightly out of their price range.”
“Well, let me pull it up. Give me a second.”
“Top end sets run 600-700 bucks easy. Low end sets run from around 60 to 300.”
“You’re kidding,” Lilly said. “600-700 dollars for a set of knives?”
“These aren’t just any knives,” Konan said as he looked at the screen. “These are Damascus Steel blades.”
“Would you pay that for knives?”
“No, but I’m not a chef either.”
Sarah giggled. The banter between Konan and Lilly was like a well oiled machine. Lilly’s zing was met by Konan’s pow.
“You two are something else,” Sarah said. Lilly laughed and nudged Konan. He gave her a crooked grin and scrunched up his nose.
“That’s the benefit of being partners.”
“We’ll let you get back to it, Sarah.” Konan and Lilly walked out. Lilly noticed that Konan had grown quite.
“What’s on your mind, Konan.”
“The knife. Without a mark or symbol, it’s almost impossible to track down the murder weapon. And, why a chef’s knife?”
“Yeah, that kinda bugged me too. Is our killer a chef?”
“We need to go through Ana Marie’s family and friends with a fine toothed comb. Every link, lead, and rumor has to be scrubbed.”
“So, let’s start with mom and dad,” Lilly said.
“Yeah, but let’s not bring them down to the station. Let’s go by their house.”
“Sounds good.” Konan tossed Lilly the keys. She caught them and looked at him. “You want me to drive?”
“Yep. I need to go through what we just heard.”
Konan’s mind raced with possibilities. “Anyone could order a chef’s knife from any major retailer. They could be bought used on several online shops. There were blades made for fighting and killing, why not use one of them? Why the chef’s knife? Unless…”
Lilly pulled the car into the Hendricks driveway and put the car in park. She turned to Konan, he still stared out the window. She cleared her throat. Konan turned and looked at her.
“Tell me what is going on with you. Before we go in here, I want to know what you’re thinking.”
“There are knives that are made for killing, for fighting, heck, there’ s even knives for skinning. So, why use a chef’s blade for the deed? There’s no reason for it, unless it’s the only thing close to you. It wasn’t premeditated, Lilly. It was a reaction. Someone stabbed her to death in a moment’s rage. Someone loved her enough to put her on the side of the road so she would be found. Someone, one of her parents presumably, killed Ana Marie.”
“Oh Jesus,” Lilly gasped. “How do you want to handle it?”
“You take lead. I’ll jump in when I have something to say.”