Thread: Golden Shields ( Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

Evie gave a slight shrug and nod of her head. Made sense, she thought... Assuming that the killer kept to his schedule, but then they were starting to make quite a lot of assumptions in the expectation that this was a serial killer, albeit at the start of his spree... Unless of course... She hesitated for a moment before sharing what she was thinking. It was her first day...and her first day with Reed. She didn't want him thinking that she thought she had all the answers or even knew all the questions, but at the same time she wasn't sure she could just sit there. Maybe he would be the kind of supervising officer who just expected her to watch and learn, and say nothing. She looked at him for a moment then looked back out of her side window, and hesitated a little longer. Finally, she decided to find out. Reed... This could be nothing and I'm not trying to suggest I'm any kind of expert but... This is a pretty advanced signature. A serial killer doesn't usually just start with very element of his signature in place. We've got a consistent victimology - same age, skin colour, hair colour, age, profession, location. The cause of death is the same... But more than that. There were no hesitation marks. The cuts across the throat were confident. Nothing to say that this guy is just starting out. Maybe... Maybe there are more bodies that we don't know about. Maybe not in LA, maybe not even in California. So maybe we should look at some of the unsolveds... Evie shrugged. Where did he practice and on whom? She took a breath and held it, not sure whether she was just going to have her theory blown out of the water because there was something obvious she'd missed or whether Reed was simply going to dismiss it out of hand because she couldn't possibly know what she was talking about. The car came to a stop as Red pulled into the lot near to Megan's address, but Evie sat where she was looking at Reed. Reed looked at her for a moment and then climbed out of the car. Evie hadn't expected silence. She climbed out of the car and followed him across the car park, nodding briefly when he told her to ask the questions. She walked into the building, with Reed a pace or two behind. The two of them trotted up the stairs... Well Evie trotted while Reed took then two at a time and a walking pace... to the second floor. Evie knocked on the door and pulled her badge out. The door opened, at least as far as the chain allowed it. A black haired twenty-something showed part of her face in the gap which had opened up. Evie lifted her badge. Megan Walker. Detective... Megan's expression barely changed... There was just a flicker, but Evie had been here before. Almost as soon as the door opened, Evie had turned her foot, just putting enough of the toe of her boot silently in the gap to prevent the door from being closed. Megan. Evie said hurriedly. We're not vice. I don't care what you do in the evenings, who you do it with or where. I want to try and stop more of your friends getting their throats cut. Please.... We just want to talk. There was silence for a moment and then the chain was slid back slowly and the door was opened. The room they stepped into was tidy enough but had long past the date it should have been decorated. Megan sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette. She didn't invite either of them to sit down and neither of them made a move to do so in the absence of that. Megan... Can I ask you some questions about the last night that you saw Michelle. We just finished talking to Jenny... you know Jenny don't you? She was friends with Sheryl. I'd like to see if you saw anything... anything that might be the same... that might give us an idea of who we're looking for. We need to catch whoever is doing this. There was silence for a long moment. Megan clearly didnt like talking to the police but she liked her friends getting killed even less. Every girl who worked the streets knew that it was always a possibility and the longer you worked the more you learned to trust your instincts. Sooner or later a working girls was going to get beaten up sooner or later they were going to be expected to do something they didnt want to do and when they refused they would get a smack. Sometimes that might be bad enough to land them in hospital. But truth be told, prostitute murders were not common. Evidence suggested though that when two of them happened, that was not going to be the end of it. Megan looked up and stared first at Evie, then at Reed, and then back to Evie. And she nodded. Over the next 10 minutes, Megan not only corroborated a lot of what Jenny had told them, she added more key detail. She didnt seee what happened, but she saw the SUV pick Michelle up at about 10.45 and she saw the driver wore the cowboy hat. Better still, she saw it was a black Chevy Tahoe, and she saw that the man driving was in his 40's. If you saw how old he was, can you give us any more of a description? Was he white? Black? Clean shaven? Would you be able to recognise him if you saw him again?