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death and about a thousand cops of all flavors.
    “What exactly are you here to help with?”
    He cleared his throat. “Your captain informed me that you might require some assistance on the case. I’m considered an expert in these types of crimes.”
    “So you’ve helped with the previous crime scenes?”
    “Yes.” His answer was clipped, and his eyes traveled somewhere else for a moment, no doubt revisiting the horrors she’d only glanced at in photographs. “Seven years. We’ve been trying to find the murderer, and finally it seems we have a common denominator.”
    “What?”
    “You.”
    She swallowed.
    “Are you part of the community, Doctor?”
    He met her eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yes, Detective. I am.”
    She nodded, unsure how to respond. “So he didn’t tell you exactly why I’ve been called to the scene then?” Linnet didn’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed at her boss but at the moment she didn’t care. Like it or not, Jamison had hit the nail on the head. She was the common denominator, and it made her sick.
    “Only that you had experience in this area as well but would need my particular type of assistance.” His eyes slid away, focusing instead on the spanking bench in the distance.
    Another lie. Well. Now that was interesting.
    “Let’s walk.”
    “As you wish.” He held out his arm and she passed him, winding her way through the landscape of tables and chairs and finally into the more intimate areas. She made her way forward but couldn’t shake the sensation of his eyes moving over her body. It should have creeped her out, but strangely enough she felt comfortable for the first time since she’d entered the club.
    The floor was much like other clubs, a spanking bench then a space for exhibition. A series of hallways branched off, and techs lingered at the entrance to one  cluster fuck of a crime scene.
    “We go in here.” She snagged a pair of booties and handed him a set.
    They’d taken two steps and were stopped by a uniformed officer. Linnet flashed her badge and was allowed clearance, but Dr. Jamison was stopped.
    “He’s with me.”
    “It’s not authorized.”
    “It is now. Unless you want to argue about it with Ramkin, I’d let the man pass.” Her eyes narrowed, and she raised her chin, daring him to continue to challenge her.
    “Fine. Don’t puke on the corpse.” He turned his back and resumed the conversation he was having with another uniformed officer.
    “That’s weird he didn’t put you on the list.”
    “I agree, Detective. But he didn’t realize our murderer would be ahead of schedule by two days.” He tugged on the booties and was ready in moments.
    “Okay then. Don’t step in any blood.” She had no idea what to say to that. Linnet turned from him and proceeded into the room but stopped dead when she came face to face with the crime scene. The head crime scene tech approached them and gave a nod.
    “Detective Adams. I’m glad you’re here.” The tall Asian man brushed an unruly strand of bangs out of his eyes. He felt around in his white coat for something and pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to her. “Dr. Jamison. Good to see you as well. It’s been awhile.”
    “Yes, Chris. Thankfully it has.” He shook the tech’s hand.
    “Hey, Chris.” She took the paper. “What’s this?”
    “Ramkin asked me to leave the scene intact until you arrived in case you had any questions. He also wanted me to give you some of the stats on this and the other cases. Said you’d be lending some of your experience to the scene. “
    “So nice of him,” she said wryly.
    Chris chuckled. “Yeah. If you’ll hurry and have a look, we can get this mess processed as soon as possible.”
    “Thanks.” Linnet urged Jamison forward with a nod of her head.  She stepped carefully, making sure she didn’t contaminate the scene. The honey pine wooden cross was huge and took up the back half of the room. The woman