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shakes his head and smirks. “This guy thought of everything. I could only find streaks and smears. This guy retraced his steps by using Mrs. Caruthers own dishtowel to wipe away his footprints. They also wiped up the floor to the living room.” Todd shrugs.
                  Brad looks toward the ceiling. “This guy seems to have thought of everything…this one’s no dummy. I guess we’ll have to wait for forensics to find out more." Says Todd as Brad shakes his head in frustration mixed with agreement knowing he‘s right.
                  "Yeah, hopefully we get something." Todd leans back.
                  Brad quickly perks up. "I want you to do me a favor. I want you to take and check her out. I mean, where does she work, where does she go. Does she have any enemies; anyone made any threats to her. Maybe she has an old boyfriend that's jealous. I want to know everything we can about the girl. Because to be honest with you I don't think we’re going to get anything from the low life that did it." Brad stands up and walks over to the window.
                  "Why's that?" Todd crosses his leg and lights up a cigarette, a Camel non-filter.
                  "Whomever it was that did this didn't plan on leaving any clues or getting caught. This guy is smart and he probably planned it a long time ago." Explains Brad as he paces in front of his window that over looks the parking lot on the corner of Laurel Street and Vine.
                  "Yeah, you might be right." Todd nods in agreement feeling the same way as Brad does about this incident.
                  "It was no accident the husband was out of town. The son of a bitch probably had her down cold. I mean to the minute. He probably knew her complete schedule and her husbands.”
                  "I hope your wrong bud, because if you're right...this could just be the start." Todd flicks his ashes into an ashtray on Brad’s desk.
                  "That’s what I’m afraid of." Brad nods.
     
    CHAPTER 3
    ONE WEEK LATER AT THE FIFTH PRECINCT
                  The past week has been tough on Brad and Todd. These are two men that don’t rest until the job is complete and criminals are behind bars. Not having any witnesses or clues it makes for long days and even longer nights.
                  In this case, Brad feels that for some reason by the way that it appears to have gone down that this rapist had an agenda. He’s not sure why he feels this way but whoever did this to the victim appears to have planned it for a long time. If his gut is correct the only thing they can do is waiting-until the next time he strikes.
    A scary thought to the veteran officers knowing that there is some helpless target out there right now that will be next. There doesn’t appear to be anyway that they can help.
                  Darrin walks in to the office of Brad Jostler and says. "Cheer up boss; something's gonna to turn up." The rookie smiles’ knowing this has been tough on his boss with nothing to go off of.
                  Brad nods with an exhausted look on his seasoned face. “I know it’s just that we need to dig a little deeper or uncover something, anything. The lab got nothing but a small trace of lubricant, no blood no semen; we have nothing to go off. That frustrates the hell out of me I want to find this son of a bitch.” Brad sighs and rolls his head in a circle trying to work out the stress this case has caused.
                  "Maybe with this being all over the papers and the news someone will come forward and give us some help. Who knows?" Explains the rookie as he picks up the Sports Illustrated magazine on the corner of Brad's desk and starts to slowly look through the pages of the swimsuit edition.
                  "Well let's get some lunch my treat." Darrin says as he points to the Inspector