Chapter 8: Portrait of a Fashion Model
Theme Song: Girl Anachronism- Dresden Dolls
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From: Inspector Mochimoto Nagasaki, MPD, Tokyo, Japan
RE: The Lipstick Killer- Possible Matches
Attn: Dec. Nick Clayton
Detective, it is my opinion that this suspect may be the one you are looking for. I’ve encountered her work before, and she is quite the piece of work. I’ve attached the case file Interpol has available on her.
The information in the report is for office use only. Please do not make any copies of this file.
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Internal Background File Summary
Interpol Case: JAO/ASM-149-12A
Suspect: Rin Kazuki
DOB: 17 May 1988
Appearance: 164cm; 41kg; Blonde, Blue
Rin Kazuki was born at Keio University Hospital in Tokyo, Japan on May 17, 1988. The half Japanese, half French only child of business tycoons first allegedly toyed with murder at the age of 8. It was at that age that she is suspected to have killed her babysitter in a case that to this day still baffles police.
Described as one of the bloodiest murders seen, Kazuki was found covered in the older girl’s blood, playing a large butcher’s knife and smiling as police investigators questioned her about the incident. Some parts were found of the victims body thrown into the family’s kitchen food disposal, while many other body parts remained unfound, leaving the cause of death unknown. However, due to a large bribe and the promise of intense psychotherapy, she was not prosecuted.
At 15, she discovered the world of fashion and modeling. It was at the 2005 Paris Fashion Show that she made her second killing using a Swiss army knife and her bare hands.
Below is part of the transcript of the conversation she had with psychiatrists once being extradited and admitted to the Toshima Tokyo Metropolitan Hospital:
Dr Kobayashi: Now beginning interview with patient 441879, Rin Kazuki. Patient has shown signs of psychotic breakdown and is being held for observation to determine frame of mind after assaulting and killing an acquaintance in Paris. Rin, my name is Doctor Kobayashi and I’ll be interviewing you today. To start off, can you tell us what happened on the night you attacked and murdered that girl?
Kazuki: She stole something of mine and she needed to pay.
Dr Kobayashi: Can you explain to us further?
Kazuki: My precious Prada bag. She stole one of my Prada bags. So I stole her kidneys. What’s so bad about what I did? She deserved it. It’s not my fault she couldn’t stand a little blood loss.
Dr Kobayashi: Don’t you think that was a little unnecessary?
Kazuki: So I overreacted a little.
Dr Kobayashi: You….. Overreacted?
Kazuki: Well, I could have done worse to her. My first instinct was to slice her skin off and make her a new purse out of the remains, but I didn’t have the time for that.
Dr Kobayashi: And….. Um…..
Kazuki: But I wish I had done the purse idea, though. Oh well. Maybe I’ll make some new friends here to play with.
After being in Toshima for 3 years, she murdered almost 15 doctors, nurses, and staff and mutilating a fellow male patient and escaped from the hospital’s psychiatric ward. Looking for a job to better hone her skills, Kazuki turned to the world of professional killing.
By 22, she was ranked as one of the top female assassins in the world. Credited with the bloodiest murder of a political official, she developed a unique calling card of leaving chaos in her wake, and cutting pieces off of her victims and keeping them as tokens.
Now 24, agencies believe she be in the city of Timbervale, Missouri. Make note that she tends to take “attractive” male victims similar to age, and has been known to torture them for her own amusement. She is also extremely capable with firearms, knifes, and explosives and should be considered armed and extremely dangerous at all times.
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Rubbing his eyes, Detective Nick Clayton moved his mouse cursor to the print button and listened as the small printer next to his screen churned away. Another late night at the office, he thought to himself, reaching for his coffee cup and taking a drink, only to find a couple of drops.
“Great…. I’m out of my caffeine fix,” he muttered, peering at the bottom of the now empty cup before setting it back down. “And I bet nobody refilled the pot in the break room.”
Turning away from the computer, Nick stood up and stretched he back and arms, yawning as he looked around. Yeah, with everyone here tonight, I bet whatever coffee there is probably burnt to a crisp. Might as well brew a new batch, he resigned, and slowly made his way to the break room, taking the newly printed report with him.
Entering the room, the smell of burnt coffee hit his nostrils. Yup, just like I thought, burning coffee. I could drink instant but… yeah, might as well drink septic tank fluid…
Snorting with disgust, he grimaced as he took the pot of mud-like coffee and tossed it in the small metal sink, and began his search of a clean coffee pot, finally finding one in the empty cupboard under the sink, annoyingly filled with small Splenda packets, tiny red straws, and for some unknown reason, salt.
Refilling the coffee grinds and water, he started the pot, and taking a seat at the small folding table in the room, let his mind wander as he looked down at the report in front of him.
Why the hell does she look so familiar, his mind raced as he began tapping his foot on the floor. I know I’ve met her somewhere before, and I swear it wasn’t that long ago. Come to think of it, the last couple of months have been a continuous round of déjà vu. Sniffing the air, he noticed the smell of the burnt coffee slowly being replaced with that of the newly brewed. Let’s see… it must have started back at that car accident in the winter. There was that kid in the car and the one on the bus. And that pregnant blonde woman that save the kid on the bus. I knew who she is, but for the life of me, I just can’t put the name to the face!
Hearing the beep coming from the coffee maker, he got up and poured the fresh, steaming coffee into the mug. Replacing the pot, he grabbed his cup and brought it to his lips, taking a deep sniff before taking a sip.
Turning around, he leaned back and let his mind wonder again as he continued to drink.
Maybe I remember them from a different case? Let’s see… what case would there have been a blonde woman and two boys. There’s the Riverside case back when I joined the force! Little blonde kid gets molested and held hostage by the abusive father. Wait…. No… the blonde mother was murdered.
Resigned, he sighed and sat his, yet again, empty cup back on the counter and began filling it up again as his partner entered the small room.
“YO! Clayton! You made more java!” the man called out, drifting quickly to the small counter.
“No thanks to the rest of you lazy bums in this department… I swear Maes, every time I come in here, there isn’t any damned coffee! And the next time I come in to find someone left a pot of molten steroid mud, I’m going to find them and chop their ba…” Nick ranted, pointing at the charred glass pot sitting abandoned in the sink.
“Yeah yeah… we become eunuchs and the like. You need to relax man, and lay off the Joe… your too jumpy!” Maes Hidetaka laughed, shaking his head as he poured himself a cup. “Anyways, anything come up from that email you sent on Interpol?”
“Ugh, nothing except this crackpot theory from a guy in Japan. He thinks it’s some Japanese supermodel turned world class assassin. Crazy, huh?” he replied, thrusting the papers into his friend’s arms.
“Eh, hot girl, but I think I’ll look at it later. It looks like we have to bring some more rookies up to speed that Internal sent up to help us before we can get out of here. Want to watch the game on DVR at my place after we get out of here? My sweet little Arisa made some stir fry for dinner…” answered Hidetaka, handing back the report as he made his way back to the doorway.
“Yeah, but we better grab some takeout on the way to your house. You wife can’t cook to save her life,” said Nick, smirking as he followed the man out of the room.
Sighing, he walked across the office and stepped into the now filled conference room. Nodding at the man in standing front of the room, he took his seat and sat down his cup of coffee.
“Ok people. I know all of you would like to go home, but the mayor wants this sick freak caught. I’ll have Detective Hidetaka go over the case. Detective?” the man explained waving his hand at Maes.
“Let’s see…. This week marked the discovery of the seventeenth victim of the Lipstick Killer. As you all know, all the victims have been male, 18 to 27, and all generally known to be some of the city’s most eligible bachelors. Their reports from the ME have shown trace amounts of Euphoria in their bloodstreams and the same characteristic lipstick on their lips. And they all have signs of sexual activity but there hasn’t been any DNA evidence of the killer found on their bodies. All the victims go missing Friday night from various nightclubs in the downtown district, and are found in various places across the city Monday morning.”
Propping his head on his hand, Nick watched as his friend paused to take another sip of coffee before continuing.
“That’s where the similarities end. Each victim has been mutilated, but the means of how that happens seems to be different in each case. However, we do seem to see a pattern developing. Our killer seems to be repeating the type of mutilation every six killings, but they still seem to be getting more gruesome with each progressive murder. We also think there may be a connection between the murders and the Hilton murder at Tricomm, but at this point it’s looking like a dead end. Well, other than that, I’ll be sending you each a copy of the cases by email tomorrow morning. Unless you have anything to add Boss or any of you have a question, I’d say let’s get out of here,” explained Maes, looking around the room as he finished.
Standing up with the rest of the room, Nick joined his friend as they gathered their coats and walked towards the elevator, absentmindedly leaving his report on the table.
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