Craig Hurren [Beach & Riley The Killing Chase (epub)

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.”Whyley smiled thinly and left the office.Talbot had lost the battle and knew it, but he’d managed to salvage some dignity.He held out his hand to Beach.“This has the potential to be a huge win for the Bureau, Agent Beach - or a massive loss.I meant what I said.If you need anything, let me know.I know you had direct interaction with Bryan Adler when he was still alive, so you’re familiar with his history and psychological profile.But remember, Adler is long gone.We’re potentially looking at either a copycat or a former killing partner.You’re going to need the Bureau’s full resources, so push everything through me, and I’ll make sure you get priority on lab tests, profiling, whatever comes up.”Alan accepted the handshake.“Thank you, sir, and I apologize for my earlier outburst.Adler had a significant effect on me.If someone’s out there perpetuating his legacy, I need to stop them.”“We need to stop them.” Foxx chimed in.“Sorry, partner.Of course, we’ll get this done.If it is a copycat, my knowledge of Adler’s history and M.O.will help us to distinguish any disparities in this case - and Foxx’s skills speak for themselves.Don’t worry, sir - we’ve got this.”With the mood lightened, Talbot sat down at his desk.“Well, what are you waiting for? Keep me posted.”Foxx and Beach glanced at each other then left without further words.Within fifteen minutes, they were in their standard FBI-issue black SUV heading out of the city toward Poughkeepsie, about eighty-five miles north of the Big Apple.With Foxx at his usual place behind the wheel, Alan explained as much as he could about Bryan Adler and his infamous crimes.He discussed the killer’s childhood on a remote farm in Arkansas, the extreme physical and emotional abuse he’d suffered at the hands of both parents, and the trigger which had ultimately transformed him into one of the most notorious serial killers in American history.Not yet fourteen, his body toughened and scarred from a lifetime of hard physical labor and terrible abuse, young Bryan Adler had been enduring one of his religious zealot father’s regular, merciless whippings.Between lashes from the thick leather belt, Bryan had looked up through streaming tears to see a fencing hammer within his reach on the workbench.Something inside him, stretched beyond breaking point, had snapped.Seizing the opportunity, he’d turned and smashed the hammer into his father’s head, stunning the bigger man.Then with years of built-up rage, Bryan had used his fists to beat Curtis Adler’s face into a jellied pulp.Finally, he’d grabbed a rusted cut-throat razor from the bench and slit his father’s throat ear-to-ear.Bryan’s mother, Ruth, the illegitimate daughter of two first cousins, had come upon the scene.Seeing her beloved husband lying dead in a pool of blood, she’d snatched the razor from the floor and cut a large diagonal swath across her own forearm.Bryan had watched, mesmerized by the river of blood flowing from his mother’s wound as it converged and pooled with his father’s.As each pulse of life force flowed from his mother’s arm, the boy had felt his own pain and anguish flow out of him.It was this gruesome but liberating scene that Adler sought to relive through each double homicide he carefully planned and committed, beginning years after the original event.Following several months living and learning the cunning ways of the hobo, Bryan had been discovered by social services authorities and put into the foster-care system until he came of age.Prior to that, the budding serial-killer had had no schooling other than daily enforced reading of the Old Testament.However, once his formal education began, he’d proven an extremely intelligent, fast-learning pupil with a genius level IQ.His uncanny intelligence along with seemingly unnatural physical strength had made him an extremely formidable killer.A clever, methodical approach, combined with unremarkable victim choices, and random locations throughout the country had prevented his horrific crimes from being linked for several years after his murder spree started.When he was finally caught, it had been by pure, dumb luck, and during his interrogations and closed legal proceedings, Adler had made certain that every law enforcement agency was reminded of that fact at every possible opportunity.With each crime and successful elusion of capture, a macabre vanity and arrogance had grown within Adler.Once he was convicted and securely incarcerated at the Sherbourne Institute for the Criminally Insane, Adler’s only amusement was demonstrating his intellectual superiority over people he felt worthy of his attentions.Persons of lesser intellect were either ignored or disdainfully tolerated, as he schemed to amuse himself at the expense of his doctors, therapists, and other more intellectual probers.Absorbing Alan’s history lesson on Adler, Foxx could only shake his head.“Man.this guy was seriously twisted!”“Beyond belief.Then again, only he knew the misery he suffered at the hands of his own parents for all those years.”“Okay, but all those innocent couples he brutally murdered, what the hell did they ever do to him?”“Don’t try to understand the acts.Whatever horrors he endured obviously drove him quite mad.There doesn’t need to be a valid reason for someone like him to kill, only a primal drive to relive the day he escaped his own private hell.”“I guess I’ll never get psychos.Think I’ll leave that to you, and just do the grunt work [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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