I walked out of the MIT reunion party when I was stopped by a police officer. He asked me if I had a minute. He showed me a picture. It was computer generated but the image looked familiar. It was Martha Levine. I explained that she ran away after her boyfriend assaulted her. He even attacked a teacher so he was arrested. Evidently she was dead all this time. I told him what I knew and Jasmine walked in and took care of the rest. I was escorted to the police station where I talked to the chief of police face to face. I was deputized and was allowed to use the evidence storage to see if this was a serial killer case. The profile was simple. I found eighteen cases. The victims were redheads, confident, accomplished, single and slightly curvy. They all had a type of burn on their backs resembling cattle brand.
I got what information I could and returned home after the detective insisted that I do. Jasmine arranged the room for me. I opened the 3D work table and divided the victims to two categories. Children of civilians and military personnel. I called my friends who work at the Traffic Control for possible footage. We used a program that would use gait analysis to identify the creep. We were able to find him after twenty minutes. Jasmine used Twitter and other social media to find his face. The rest was up to the authorities. The officer said it was inadmissible. So I called NCIS. They responded quickly because a few of the children had military parents. They wanted answers quickly. They searched the DMV database and gave me what they knew. We made a list of names to figure out how he would have rented a storage space. His first name and his mother's maiden name. His wife's name and his last name. The combination gave us ten names to go by. I called a friend who owns a few storage units in the city. A few names matched the combination we had listed. NCIS gave us a live view as they broke each storage unit until they found one where the floor was covered in blood. On one wall were hooks with handbags. There was a table with bracelets piled to one side. One of them was the one I gave to Martha. I made it myself so I recognized it. The table also had empty milk cartons with the pictures turned away from us. Jasmine asked why these were there I blurted that they were his version of a tombstone. One of the guys that were in that storage unit confirmed what I said. One of the security asked me how I knew this. I explained that Max was once a homicide detective. He was kind enough to explain what to look for. The floor showed a significant amount of scratches. They all originated near the cabinet. The guys moved it aside and found a huge padlock. They used a bolt cutter and opened it. They found a young girl in her pajamas handcuffed to a bed. She looked like she was dosed heavily. Whatever she was saying made no sense. There were syringes on the floor. They called the ambulance. When she was taken away they vacated the area and waited for him to show up. He came with the setting sun. They waited till he got in and saw the hidden room was exposed before he was arrested. He tried to run but they tackled and he was face down on the floor for twenty minutes. He had knee marks on his back by the time they got up. I got the thanks of grateful parents and angry looks from the police. But I managed to get commended for my actions.