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started to knock on the door. His partner pushed his hand away from
the door. “She knows we’re here.”
     
    Thomas watched Jackson sit on the porch after
a second he joined him. “What is she psychic?”
     
    After a minute the door opened and Dr. Reign
came out with a thermos, three paper cups, a plastic table cloth
and scissors.
     
    She walked past them and set down the thermos
and cups, then the tablecloth. It was one of those big throwaway
banquet types. Ryan snipped the overhanging sections off from the
table, next she cut that in half, and then laid each half over two
of the chairs.
     
    Picking up the thermos she poured coffee all
around as the men moved from the lounge furniture to the table.
Jackson noticed the slight tremble in her hands and knew it wasn’t
because it was a cool day. Why was she so nervous? Maybe she was
part of a cover up or something. Had someone tried to hide the
murders?
     
    She gave them that crooked grin. “I know it’s
kind of cool out here today but I don’t have people inside my house
anymore.”
     
    Thomas noticed a twinge of possession in her
voice. With the plastic covering and paper cups he figured she
didn’t want her home contaminated by germs. He smiled, taking a sip
of the coffee. “This is good, thank you. And thank you for agreeing
to speak with us.”
     
    She sat and took a sip from her own cup
taking a good look at her guests. Thomas Lord was tall, dark, and
drop dead gorgeous. He had that dazzling smile that could melt a
woman in her tracks. He wore a dark suit, neat, not a hair out of
place. He was the calm before and Jackson Prince was the storm.
     
    Prince was scruffy; his curly hair tumbled
about as if it were only finger combed. He wasn’t as picky as his
partner, jeans, t-shirt, and a denim shirt over that. He was
handsome, with sparkling hazel eyes but unlike his suave partner
Jackson oozed maleness. He was a man’s man.
     
    “Don’t thank me yet detectives. I don’t know
what good I’m going to be. The file you had the first time you were
here I never finished. I barely got started. As for older cases I
don’t see how they're connected.”
     
    Jackson pulled out the files and set them on
the table. He watched her closely. She might be nuts but that
didn’t give him the right to torment her. If she reacted badly or
became too uncomfortable they were done. “Let’s start with the
oldest case. This one is Dana Hodges, twenty, supermarket cashier,
single really nothing extraordinary about her daily life.”
     
    He slid the autopsy report in front of her.
“The only thing that made her stand out in a crowd was the
keratectomy in her left eye. She was found in her home, circle of
stab wounds, knife at her side.”
     
    Ryan pulled a pair of latex gloves from her
pocket. She talked to Barbara this morning and she had said paper
was usually safe. Books and pictures could be a different matter
but individual pages should be alright. No matter what Barbara said
she wasn’t taking any chances. She read over the report.
     
    “I just can’t place this case but.” She
looked at the date again. “But I was on my own for a while here. I
don’t remember much out of that whole two year period other than
living out of my office. Can I see the photos?”
    Jackson was reluctant but slid the whole file
over. He could see she wasn’t thrilled at the prospect either
because she just stared at it for a moment. He sighed. “You don’t
have to look at them.”
     
    She shook her head. “It’s alright. Looking at
them isn’t the problem.”
     
    Lord was about to gather it up and say don’t
worry about it when Jackson scooted his chair over. She flinched a
bit but realized he was far enough not to brush against her and
relaxed some. Prince pulled a photo out and held it for her.
     
    She looked at it for a minute then asked for
the next one. “I vaguely remember this one. I remember the
investigating officer coming by for her effects. He said he