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you can find in these cases. And keep it quiet.”
     
     
    Same scene different body. The woman’s
license read Cassidy Lane, born 1980. The body was laid out in the
living room covered with a sheet spots of blood in a circle soaking
through. A large kitchen knife tossed to the side. Cassidy was a
pretty blonde with one green eye and the on other the green part
was gone.
     
    Prince questioned the tech taking prints who
seemed frustrated. “Got any prints that seem out of place?”
    “Nada. This room seems to have been wiped
clean. I mean there are a few smudges but nothing you could call a
print.”
     
    No where fast is where this was heading. As
they finished up and returned to the station Jackson began to study
the case files. Taking Heinz’s advice, he listed every single match
between the three, no six murders. Stab wounds, eye, women, forest
possible murder site, bodies moved to home. “Whoa.”
     
    Thomas looked over and ended his phone
conversation. “Find something?”
     
    “The first two victim’s autopsy reports were
signed by Dr. Ryan Reign, ME. We need to her to talk to us this
time.” He hoped the lady wasn’t as crazy as she seemed.
     
    Ryan was putting a canned ham in the oven.
She hadn’t spoken to Barbara again. No matter what the woman said
this was not a gift and after her shoe experiment it felt even more
like a curse. Looking at her latex covered hands, as she poured a
can of green beans into a microwaveable bowl, didn’t help.
     
    There was another knock at the door and she
prayed it wasn’t them. She opened the door to see Detective Lord’s
bright smile. Ryan slammed the door.
     
    Jackson pushed him out of the way with a
snicker. “I told you it wasn’t me.” He knocked again. Nothing. “Dr.
Reign, we need your help. There has been another murder.”
     
    Nothing. He tried again. “Listen, if I could
go somewhere else for answers I would but I think you have the
answers we need. We found more cases similar to the original
homicide, bodies that you autopsied two and five years ago. All I
need you to do is look at the files.”
     
    Nothing. They waited for ten minutes then
left. Ryan watched them get into the car and drive away letting out
a big sigh of relief. She didn’t want to go back to that day,
didn’t want to add to it with another murder either.
     
    It started to eat at her, the fact that she
had been on two cases earlier and didn’t catch a possible serial.
As the hours passed the whole idea made Ryan feel like it was her
fault this guy had killed again. The detectives had probably
returned to the station by now. Without thinking she picked up the
phone and dialed the station. “Yes, Detective Lord or Prince
please.”
     
    “Hello this is Detective Thomas Lord. Can I
help you?”
     
    Ryan lost her nerve and hung up. “They can
solve it without me.”
     
    Tom called into the phone again, “Hello?”
     
    He shrugged and hung up when he was answered
with open air, then joined Jackson in the evidence room. His
partner was sitting in a cubby with five open boxes. He was pulling
things out of the newest one and searching for matches in the
others.
     
    He pulled out a tube of lipstick. Thomas
leaned against the wall. “I don’t think it’s your shade. You’re
more of an autumn.”
     
    Prince snorted never looking up. “It’s not
really funny that you would know what season I am. They all have
mirrors and lipsticks. Tissues.” He held up a tampon. “Girl gear.
This seems useless but I know there is something in these boxes
we’re missing.”
     
    Something missing or not Tom couldn’t see
past his growling stomach. “I can’t believe you touched that. Come
on and I’ll take you the Jar for dinner, my treat. Wash your hands
first though.”
     
    Dropping the floral wrapped item into the
corresponding box Jackson snorted. “It’s in a baggie.”
     
    He grabbed the files and followed Thomas out
to the car. “Listen, you go ahead. I’m