When Laberenz brought up that the other suspect worked in the cafeteria, it was enough to jog Lita's recollection. She snapped her fingers at the epiphany, pointing at the Detective.
"There is a guy that's made some lascivious comments toward me that works in the cafeteria," Lita says, her skin crawling at the thought of him. "I mean, it's par for the course, looking like how I look, but it's not just that. It's how he looks at women that really sends a chill up your spine. It's like he's...hungry. I've shut that shit down cold any time he's said anything to me personally but still, I avoid him when I can. If we're talking about the same person, that is."
As disgusting as Leo Chandless was, Lita would have agreed with Laberenz's assessment that the suspect lacked the intelligence or foresight to plan and carry out not one but three murders. But, then again, Lita wouldn't look to Dr. Zeckendorf as a criminal mastermind either but it wasn't as if she was the detective, here. She'd hold her reservations on the persons of interest for the time being.
Normally, if someone had asked her to do a task that could easily be done by the 18 year old secretary located down the hall, Lita would bristle and point to her diploma from medical school on the wall in response and issue some serious side eye. But this was no time for pomposity, not with three girls dead and gone at the hands of a psychopath. Lita nodded at Laberenz and turned to her computer. A few keystrokes later, Lita turned her monitor around to the Detective.
"Got a few names here, let's see...okay, we have a Brian Greeves, 23 year old male. Came in on 6/19 sometime around 2 in the morning, stinking of booze. Suffered a head wound he claimed to have sustained after throwing back a few too many and drunkenly taking a header down the stairs."
Lita paused, scrolling down the list of past patients.
"Next up is Jennifer Kuzcera, aged 48. Checked in around midnight and received five stitches to her hand after mishandling a pair of scissors Unfortunately, there's nothing more noted as to what exactly she had been doing with the scissors or where she had been doing it."
Lita squinted at the screen to read the last name on the short list.
"There's a lull here, nothing significant for close to 16 hours. We don't come across another injury like the ones you're talking about until 8:30 p.m. and it looks like it was a bit of a shitshow. Francisco Camargo, 31, needed 28 stitches on a nasty laceration to his leg. Said he was out looking for supplies. The file doesn't indicate how he sustained the cut out in his run or if there was anyone to corroborate his story."
Lita leaned back in her chair and away from the computer and crossed her arms over her chest, fixing Laberenz with a curious look.
"What are you thinking, Detective? You think one of these patients that suffered an injury had a hand in murdering those women?"