Another day of nothing. I hit the street and talked to every hooker I came across. There's fear in their eyes. The local news stations released the story at noon. I hoped it would get the women talking, but they tell me little. I even had a sit-down with a sergeant in vice. The asshole didn't approve of laying off the hookers for a short time so they wouldn't be afraid to talk to me. I don't have sergeant stripes, so all I could do was pass it to my supervisor so he could deal with Sergeant Dickhead's supervisor.
I don't have a working partner at the moment because of our two-year hiring freeze, so I head to the ME's office to speak with Kurtis. He has a level head, keeps his mouth shut, and works a lot of high-profile homicides.
He's walking out of the autopsy room when I open the outer
