Page 57 of Red Snow

“It may sound insane, but why the fuck would anyone make up a story like that?”

“I don’t know, but a guy fucking his mother just sounds like too much to me. Jeffrey’s profile says he’s thirty-five years old, Aiden says this went down a couple of years ago, so that makes him thirty-three at the time, maybe thirty-two. Definitely old enough to know that he’s fucking his own mother.”

“I think he would know he was fucking his own mother if he was four! There’s no way the neighbors knew it was his mother but Jeffrey didn’t. They were on some incest shit, man.”

“Alright,” Marcus says as he exhales. “Even if this incest story is true, how does it fit into the case?”

“Not sure yet,” I reply, just as my phone chimes with a notification. “But I just got an email from Tom with an attachment.” I open the email and read the attachment name. “It’s Beverly Chapman’s profile. Let’s see what this gross old lady was into.”

As I wait for the attachment to open up on my phone, Marcus keeps shaking his head in disbelief.

“Dude, I just can’t believe it. So Jeffrey Chapman is literally a motherfucker! It’d be hilarious if it wasn’t disgusting,” he jokes as the file opens and takes my breath away.

“Oh my motherfucking god,” I exclaim.

“Hey, man. No jokes about motherfuckers for a while. I’m still sensitive to what we just heard.”

“Marcus, pull the fucking car over.”

“For what?”

“Because you need to look at this.”

“What do I need to pull over for? Just read her record off to me.”

“It’s not the record I’m tripping on,” I tell him. “It’s her picture.”

“What about it?”

“She looks exactly like them.”

“Exactly like who?”

“The fucking victims,” I snip, as Marcus pulls over on the shoulder and I hand him my phone with the picture of Beverly Chapman on it. “Similar facial features, exact same bob haircut. She looks just like Brenda Cox and Britney Cruz.”

Marcus takes the phone and examines the image closer. “Damn, you’re right. She could be their mother.”

“Oh my fucking god!”

“Jesus, man, you scared me. What the hell?”

“Their names!” I shout, unable to control myself. “Holy shit, it really is him. Brenda Cox, Britney Cruz, Beverly-fucking-Chapman! B and C. He’s killing women who have the same initials as his mother.”