Sheriff Jacob Creech was really looking forward to retirement at this point. The desire to make this someone else's problem was only getting stronger with each passing minute, especially with each passing new case that came in. Alan "walked out" of this a while ago with vague promises to come by if he heard something, Jacob isn't going to pretend that what they were doing was in any way legal. They've broken confidentiality, they've withheld evidence, they've gotten testing from unapproved places where the chain of evidence hasn't been respected, and now the only reason they can honestly say they haven't faked or falsified any reports is that there haven't been any.
For over a decade the only thing Putnam had that approached what could be called a sex crime was a couple teachers from the community college up the road were caught having sex in a public park. Now over the past 8 days there's been 6 of these brutal gang rapes. 6 of the women of this town - of HIS town. And what do they have? Officially they don't even know about them, none of the victims want to file a report or press charges. Just a couple anonymous rape kits and even that took a devil of a time to talk those women into. Unofficially, no progress for 8 days - no life threatening injuries, or even particularly bad ones when considered individually, but at least 3 attackers who don't use condoms and after the whole group is done they shove something into their victims like a police baton or a baseball bat - something that's never been recovered or identified. Hell, the one lucky break they've caught this whole case was that Dr. Richard Panson and Dr. Alice Swain - the teachers from the college he agreed to make their file disappear in exchange for their help - turned out to be a chemist and a biologist respectively.
The part that used to be the weirdest part to him out though is that when he or Dr. Crowe tries to get a description of the attackers from any of the 6 women they get the same basic description every time no matter if she knew any of the others or not. Only 1 rapist - A large man with horns growing out of his head. And the victims also say that there's no object, his penis was just that large. Nobody's taken any pictures or caught any images of these attackers on a camera even unofficially, the closest was coming from Julie Jackson when she was raped at the Gas'n'Go. Why the girl erased the security footage he had no idea, he wrote it off as trauma.
No cameras, no official recordings, but Julie drew a picture of who she said her attacker was. One man, with horns, goat legs, hooves, and a very large manhood. He managed to get a copy of the picture with her permission and now it sat on his desk. The part he was uncomfortable with was that the drawing doesn't seem to be something such a "heavily traumatized" woman would draw. Hell, it looked like Julie was being almost playful with it. Double Hell, maybe there was one perp and it was the Devil himself. He was on the clock, but drinking some whiskey anyway.
Alan at this point goes up for a sandwich whenever he sees Dr. Crowe walking in, not needing to say a word. Dr. Crowe doesn't say anything at first either, just sits down and they both stare at the drawing for a little while. Dr. Crowe is the one that finally breaks the silence.
"Melanie had an appointment this morning. Apparently she knew she was ovulating a week ago." Angie starts not needing to say 'when she was raped', "She's pregnant. And then I got a call from Natalia to set up an appointment. Apparently she left the house to get a pregnancy test, and it came up positive. She wants me to confirm it."
Jacob grunts. Of course they are. He takes another drink.
"The weirdest part is that I could tell, they were both trying to act depressed about it but they weren't doing a very good job about it. I think they're both excited to have babies from their attacks."
"That's not the weirdest part." he simply replies as he pulls up a the email he got from Dr. Panson an hour ago, which led to him pulling out the whiskey bottle.
"I looked it up. Normally you'd need to wait at least 2 weeks for these kinds of test results if you've got the luck of the devil, and up to a month isn't weird - but that's mostly just due to backlog. Our professors say they've tested all the semen we've given them three times, including one particularly sensitive test they pulled out just because of the results of the first test."
"And?"
Jacob pauses to down his drink before he tells her, "In all that goo there's only 1 set of DNA, and we ain't looking for identical triplets - not that there has been any triplets in or around Putnam in over a hundred years."
"But that's impossible! You can't get this much semen out of one man in only 8 days, that's just a basic biological fact!"
"I figured you'd say something like that. You want to talk to Dr. Panson and Dr. Swain I'll give you their email, but right now - this unofficial investigation of ours is switching tracks. They say they only had one rapist, we'll believe them."
"This is insane, a Man can't do this!"
"And yet here we are," he finishes, holding up the picture Julie drew while pouring another drink, "Staring the bastard in the face."
Angela just shakes her head, and Jacob passes her the drink he was pouring. She downs it in one dramatic go.
