Captain Jackson yelled across the precinct as she stepped through her office doorway, "Spinelli, tell me you guys have something on this cupid case."
He, Walker, and Marsh exchanged glances. He knew they were of like mind, wishing they either had something to go on or that they were anywhere Jackson wasn't.
Jackson walked toward them, her gait brisk. Her short brown curls bounced with every step she took. Her dark brown eyes fixed on Spinelli. Though she was a small woman, all of one hundred and thirty pounds, she managed to scare the hell out of him at times. Her twenty-plus years on the force had hardened her, but overall Spinelli liked her. She was smart, good at what she did, and fair.
Jackson stepped up to the board and studied the pictures of the dead cupids for a moment before sh
