Thread: Investigations (Policewoman & Relix)

The three hour flight on the private jet was spent going over the crime scene that had been forwarded to her department almost immediately, when all the information was tallied together, of course. The vibrations coming from her cell phone caused the device to skitter over to the edge, Ericka's left hand quickly moved to catch it from falling off the table. Thumb flipping the device open before pulling it up to her ear, Yeah? The female answered, there was no need to chime with a 'Hello', only her agency knew her work cell's number - wouldn't be anyone else. Eh, The female chimed, dropping the manila folder to the table before shaking her right wrist, attempting to get the small silver head of the watch to be at the top of her wrist. I should be landing in ten, at the crime scene in twenty. Ericka was already late - the information getting to her department a day later then the actual crime. It held similarities to the serial killer that the female had been chasing since receiving her first assignment seven years ago. The only new addition has been the 'Columbian Necktie', that coming into play the past few murders. The previous one in Los Angeles where they had caught the wrong guy and the one before that in Seattle, Washington. Stepping out of the marked police vehicle, the male driver had been sent to pick her up from the airport to give her an express ride there. Didn't stop him from send a few flirtatious compliments her way, which in turn almost had her reply with, 'Sorry, I'm into women.' since it was the truth. Pulling the chain around her head, adjusting the light brown hair from being trapped by the chain that held her Federal Bureau of Investigation Shield around her neck, unluckily rest against her chest. The large black shades covered the deep sea blue eyes, buttoning up a single button on the black suit jacket before beginning to walk up the sidewalk. Left hand moving to pull the holster to her Glock 17 off of her hip a bit, out from under the flap of the jacket. This killer, infamously dubbed 'The Tammy Killer', lured their victims into homes before viciously stabbing them to death. Females, ages unknown since they stripped them of any identification as well as shaving, or cutting, the tips of their fingers off. Estimation puts it around twenty to twenty-seven year old females, normally Blonde but, there has been a Brunette a time or two. Walking up to the door that had been sealed off, Ericka Castio ducked under the police tape before bringing her hand to her jacket. Placing the fabric of her jacket on the knob before turning it. The detectives would be back soon enough, didn't want to leave her set of fingerprints to make them believe it was her who did it. Definitely seems like our guy. . . Ericka murmured softly to herself, slowly spinning around the entrance to the room. The killer would stab their victim immediately when entering the home before forcing them up the stairs to the bedroom, rare was it to be a rape-murder. Killer didn't seem to get off on sexual acts rather then the vicious murder. Spinning around in a circle, her attention was brought up by a few cops walking up the sidewalk. Few having their hands on their guns. Bringing up her left hand, Ericka pulled the shield up off of her chest, Ericka Castio, F.B.I.