"If it was half this messy, I don't want to know what the cleanup bill was." Cold, gloomy and a soaked-to-the-bone night, exactly the sort of night for murders of the grisly kind. If the red puddles in the pockmarked alley were any indication, tonight had certainly not disappointed.
Lena Jessen, aka The Specialist, what she was a specialist at, the layman couldn't explain, but she and The Shrink got results, that's what mattered. Whatever sort of science they used to catch the culprit, it was all about ask no questions you don't want to hear the answers to. Those ladies got into the minds of the nastiest bastards there ever were, some said they couldn't be much better than those they caught, others said they were one bad night in the lab away from it. But the truth was this was no cliche comic book origin story, they'd survived many a lab accident.
It was coffee withdrawal that'd have a chance of putting them over the edge.
"This isn't some CSI:Miami bullshit, rain washed away most of the usable stuff. Looking like blunt trauma to the head then a slit throat. Combining the classics, odd choice but you know how these sick minds work better than I do. Might be that this time the culprit might not have gotten to finish his Columbian necktie like he did for the others. I'll be able to tell you if I've got anything to run in a minute. Any non technical news come through on the other murdersk?"
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