BACK AT THE FORENSIC LAB, Erica’s corpse was examined in minute detail.
‘Anything?’ asked the ever-impatient Detective Moore.
Disappointment etched on her tired face, Dr Francine Jones, Chief Forensic Examiner, delivered the news. ‘Nothing. Like the first two victims, he washed her thoroughly.’ She removed her latex gloves and dumped the pair in the bio-hazard bin next to the slab.
As Moore paced the floor, Sandoval leant against the wall, chewing his gum ever faster, a measure of his stress level. The faster he chewed, the more stressed he was. He casually watched his recordings on his iPhone, observing every face, looking for clues.
‘Don’t give up hope yet, Detective.’
They glanced to where the voice came from. Retired Chief Forensic Examiner, Rudolph Fraser, had made an appearance.
