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and entered the details of this morning onto his whiteboard. The sucker was overloaded with everything but who the actual killer was. That fucking spot still sat empty.
    “No, he’s got the crud.” Everyone knew that when Ethan made the coffee that Jessie would end up making a Caribou run. Kevin walked to his cubicle, which he shared with Ethan. He spotted the Lysol can right away. Jessie was always on the ball. “I told him to stay home and not bring his ass in. The last thing we all need is to get sick.”
    “I heard that you’re sending your case files to that profiler Crest has in his back pocket,” Connor said, his voice drifting over the partition. Kevin sat his mug on his desk while reaching for the can of disinfectant. Spraying mostly Ethan’s side of the cubicle, Kevin placed his arm over his mouth so he didn’t inhale the shit while Connor kept talking. “She seems good. Has a great reputation with the bureau.”
    “We’ll see,” Kevin replied, finally satisfied that he’d covered every square inch of where Ethan might have touched. He slid out his chair and finally sank into the black beat up old leather. He ignored the creaks and rasps that came from the wheels below from his large frame. “It can’t hurt to have an extra set of eyes. The victim today wasn’t a working girl from our neck of the woods. Taggart’s following up on some leads now. Not sure where she came from, but she definitely got the same treatment as the others.”
    Connor appeared in the opening with his worn Marines ball cap on backwards and a cup of steaming hot coffee in his right hand. His Cuban heritage shown through, giving him a healthy glow instead of the rest of them with their winter pale and pasty skins. Well, with the exception of Jessie. She was always tan. Connor raised his mug toward Kevin’s whiteboard.
    “That information included on there?”
    “No,” Kevin answered, tapping the folder on his desk. Maybe having Connor to blow ideas around with wasn’t such a bad idea. It might shake off his negative attitude about what happened with Elle this morning. Did she go back to bed or did she go against his wishes and visit the shelter anyway? He shook his head slightly, trying to get her off of his mind. “I was about to plug it in. This victim was staged in the same manner as the previous one. Her clothes were ripped to shreds, her hair matted as if she hadn’t been taken care of for days, and the bruising and cuts were similar although there appeared to be more this time around. Either this victim fought harder or the scumbag is continuing his escalation with each victim.”
    “Well, it seems likely.” Connor leaned against the partition, studying the board. “Look at the timeline. First rape was in the beginning of March. Second rape three weeks later, yet more physical damage to the girl. By June, your perp murders the third target. Now you’ve got your fourth victim with substantial injuries to her body. God only knows what he’s going to do next.”
    “The only thing any of them have in common was that they worked as hookers.” Kevin leaned back in his chair and studied the whiteboard as well. “Each had diverse features, such as hair and eye color. Their backgrounds are all different. There is nothing linking them together.”
    “Bee?”
    “Nah,” Kevin replied and then took a sip of his coffee. It reminded him of this morning with Elle. She hadn’t even bothered to offer him a cup. For some reason that irked him. He tried to focus on the written words in front of him. “Only one of the victims worked for Bee and she was the first rape victim. She remembers nothing. Zilch, which isn’t unheard of considering the emotional, mental, and physical trauma she went through. The second girl operated in St. Paul under Larry the Limey, but she was unconscious by the time the rape occurred. The first casualty, Daisy Scott, had just arrived in town. The bus ticket that had been on her person stated