09-28-2012, 06:20 PM
Demitrii stood looking at the body, his eyes never leaving to look at the people moving around him and the crime scene.
He had recently been assigned to the case, which pleased him. He didn't know how much longer he could take looking for lost puppies or runaways.
He twisted his head to look at the woman in front of him. She laid face up eyes covered with the coins. It wasn't a natural way to lay in the street had she been attacked or had just fallen... it was staged. Her arm twisted upward, exposing the 'X' on her palm. There were no signs of intimacy either. It was constant with every body. He was tagging them and showing them off, for what, Demitrii couldn't be sure though. He knelt down and looked at the woman's arm. There were signs of a needle breaking the skin like all of the others... but past autopsies showed no drug was in their systems and they didn't have any drug on record that could leave the body that fast. He looked up, before looking at the location. They were in the main square... This woman could've come from anywhere. "Where did you come from?" He stood pulling off his gloves before, running a hand through his hair. It was hard to say. He didn't even have any valid leads thanks to the lack of witnesses. Several blocks down there was another body and then four blocks east of that, another. All appearing around the same time. He looked up at the traffic light. "Have we gone through the surveillance?"
"Yup. Nothing. The guy is good, no fingerprints, hair, dust, witnesses... He's like the f**king Grim Reaper."
Demitrii looked at the woman who was almost in awe with her own words. "They all mess up eventually. Look into all the clubs again. It could still be a drug. If not, check medical records for people who have had their blood drawn recently. Maybe he is picking his targets from there."
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