It is, so at least some element of the detective’s life remains predictable; the buzz of mumbled conversation in the queue nearly drowns out the mobile tone of a new e-mail.
Not quite, though. He thumbs across the screen to view it, vision zeroing in.
Vince—
Glad to hear from you again. Hope this helps.
—M. Bloom
He shuffles forward in the queue, opening the attached document.
Their murderer has left them with so few patterns beyond M.O., sometimes the detective forgets that any exist at all.
Time of day is one of them. None of the ten murders took place before 5pm on any day, and none occurred later than approximately 2am any night. It’s indicative of some activity which keeps the killer busy during regular hours, something that requires them to be up early enough that a decent amo
