The following morning, Cizzer jack from FBI s*x and crime unit reported in. His computer had popped up a handful of related crimes, but he’s was letting me know that none of them was a strong lead.
They stared by plugging in fists used in the act of s****l assault, and that produced several cases, mostly gay crimes. One was in connection with the couple of murdered prostitutes in Compton that dated back to 1992, but Clark Kent was serving twenty-five years to life in San Quentin for that.
There had been several hotel murders, even one involving newlyweds in Ohio, in which the groom had opened the womb of his beloved with a 30-30 when he discovered he wasn’t the first. But there was nothing local or still outstanding, nothing tangible to give us a direction.
I was disappointed but not su
