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it was some kind of cult thing because of the wound pattern.”
     
    When Jackson opened the assumed second
victim’s file the light bulb went off. “I do remember this one. I
think it was the same investigator, and he shrugged it off. I think
he was retiring or something like that.
     
    The report was the same and there was nothing
significant to make her a point of interest except the surgical
removal of her left cornea at the age of nineteen due to a
cancerous tissue growth. Can you lay them out side by side?”
     
    Thomas reached across and arranged them. She
sat for a minute then pulled out the reports. “Weird.” She grabbed
a small twig that had blown on the porch using it for a
pointer.
     
    “Look, they all have seven wounds in a circle
and are wearing almost the same clothing. Jeans, tee, and hoodie
jacket colors and styles vary but all the same.”
     
    Jackson looked at them, and then ran to the
car. “We didn’t want to add to this mess but here is the newest
one. “Cassidy Lane age twenty-seven, and there are seven stab
wounds in the circle.”
    Ryan grabbed the file and started through it.
All the same, except the first two had a history of eye problems.
The killer was the one taking the cornea now. “This is weird even
to me. Can you leave the older cases here? I may be able to get
some more information from my personal files. I did keep
everything.”
     
    Jackson examined her wide eyed face. She was
a pretty lady but she looked tired. Not the kind of tired you feel
from being up all night. The kind of tired you get when something
is wearing on your soul. “Dr. Reign you don’t have to go any
trouble. You’ve been a great deal of help already. We can try to
find that retired detective.”
     
    She reached out and put a hand on his sleeve.
“It’s no trouble and it might even do me some good. I don’t know
what they told you but I’m not really crazy. I don’t explain it
because it sounds insane. Listen, I want to help if I can,
Detective.”
     
    Thomas gathered the newer files then left the
older ones on the table. “Thank you for the coffee. Dr. Reign. You
can call us or we’ll come by tomorrow.”
     
    She smiled at him. “Sounds good, but just
call me Ryan. You can’t be a doctor if you can’t touch
anything.”
     
    Jackson stopped half way down the steps. He
turned back and shyly dipped his head. “Ah, Ryan, about the name
thing the other day, well, I was expecting a little old medical
examiner with horn rimmed glasses not a pretty lady. I’m…..”
     
    Ryan leaned against the porch rail. “Don’t
worry about it. It happened a lot at work. Most people expect a
medical examiner to be a man, since we pretty ladies are so
delicate.”
     
    She gave him a wink Jackson dipped his head
defeated again by his man tality. “Point and score for the
pretty lady, see you tomorrow Doctor .”
    As they drove to the station Thomas shook his
head. “What are you doing?”
     
    Jackson glanced to his partner. “Driving.
What?”
     
    “You know what I mean. She’s not all there,
man. She’s nice enough when the door isn’t being slammed in your
face but….”
     
    Jackson shook his head at Thomas. “If you are
referring to extra curricular activities with Dr. Reign you’re the
one who’s nuts. I think she can help us that’s all.”
     
    “That’s all.” He let all the skepticism leak
into his voice.
     
    Jackson sighed and rubbed his temple. That
migraine was beginning to take up permanent residence. “Come on no
matter what the reason is behind her fear you’ve got to feel a bit
sorry for her. It must be kind of scary to be afraid of touching
something.”
     
    “Yeah that’s true. Crazy or not it would be
bad.” Tom sighed and leaned back. “Step on it will you I’ve got a
date with Silvia tonight.”

Chapter 4
     
    Ryan sat at the computer with a placemat
under the file folders. “This looks nuts. Geeze what they must
think. Then I just had to plead! Let me