Marcus showed up at my apartment the next morning with his laptop and three energy drinks. He looked like he hadn't slept much, which made two of us.
"I've been thinking about this all night," he said, setting up at my kitchen table without waiting for an invitation. "We need to map everything out visually. Dates, locations, victims, any details you have."
I grabbed the folder I'd been keeping with news clippings and police reports I'd collected over the past weeks. Handed it to Marcus and watched him spread everything across the table.
"This is good," he said, scanning through the articles. "But we need more data points. Can you get me access to police reports that haven't hit the news yet?"
"I can try. Might take some creative tracking through digital records."
"Do it. The more info
