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Saturday - J & A inc. Part III - Jacob Martinez

J and Edward came back late that night, Addison and I had decided to wait for them and relaxed a little, watched more T.V. and worked on a series of crosswords from a book (Addison made short work of those as you might imagine).
Addison went with J into his office where she discussed with him our findings about the symbol. Ed and I stayed in the parlour and he told me about the adventure he and J had had, and quite an adventure it was!
      “J took me to the scene of the crime, or where they found the body at least. ‘This old warehouse used to be a stockyard. They used to kill cows and pigs here. I remember sitting in the backseat of my mother’s car and driving by it every time we went into town. You could always smell it before you saw it, it smelled like chocolate. One day I asked my mother if she smelled the chocolate too. ‘That’s not chocolate.’ said she, ‘It’s bones.’ ‘
      ‘Bones?
      ‘Yes, they ground the bones down to a fine powder, and you could smell it in the air, like chocolate.’
      ‘Uh… OK, now this place is officially more creepy.
      ‘There won’t be anything of importance left inside now after the police have gone through it. We’ll stay on the outside, search the perimeter.’
We went through every shrub surrounding that building and on the west end there was this guy —a homeless man laying out on the ground.
      ‘Professor Averys is that you?’ J called out to him, but I highly doubt that guy was actually a professor, let alone a student at any point of his life.
      ‘Jensen?’
      ‘Yes sir, Professor A. How have you been doing you old fool? I haven’t seen you around your usual spots, I was starting to think you hopped a train out of town.’
      ‘Oh no, I just moved out here, it’s less of a commute.’
      ‘I understand. And when abouts did you make it out here?’
      ‘To this spot just two days ago, there was another guy living ‘round here but no one’s seen him in a while. So I took it upon myself.’
      ‘Of course. Alright then Professor, you take good care of yourself, and watch your back there’s a murderer out you know. But he wont be back here, and he doesn’t attack at night so you can sleep easy.’
With that J turned to me and said he’d seen everything there is to see, and we drove back here, on the way I asked him,
      ‘How can you know so much about the killer? We didn’t find anything out there.’
      ‘Oh trust me Mr Jones, I haven’t even told you half of what I know about the killer, but your right, none of that knowledge I gained today. Call it detective intuition, or experience or what you will.’
      ‘So what do you know?’
      ‘The killer is male, in his 30’s most likely mid, a few years older or younger than the victim herself. I know he’s a male because I studied his handwriting on that note he left, it’s sort of my hobby, handwriting, language, voices, I dabble in the study of all of them. I could pick your handwriting out of a sample based on your application and other forms you’ve filled out with a certain confidence, maybe 83 percent . I could correctly identify your voice from a recording with almost 100 percent accuracy. I know he doesn’t attack at night because he sleeps at night. He wasn’t born a killer, he’s a human being first and therefore bears certain similarities to all of us. He knew her, probably worked in the same building. Now the big question.’
      ‘The big question?’
      ‘Will he kill again? The removal of the eyes and the card left behind suggest that he will. The missing homeless man suggests that he has, but we can’t rush to conclusions.’
      ‘So what do we do now?’
      ‘Well, soon we need to pay a visit to her office, shake things up a little, and I have an idea how we can do that.’
      And that about brings us to right here and now. What’d you and Addison do?”
I enlightened him with my night of code breaking and crossword solving until J broke into the room and told us that he had a plan.