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    “Lipstick,” he’d said.
    But as the questioning of Angela’s classmates and instructor had drawn out, Mac was back to profiling. Six people in total, he’d asked them to wait in the hallway as he questioned each one in turn. At the bottom of the small lecture theatre, Brian was the last.
    “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t even know if the hospital has a chapel.”
    It was the same sentiment echoed by the other residents, almost word for word. They had also all agreed that Angela was probably the best student in their group and that she’d left as soon as the core lecture had ended. Not one to stick around at the end of the day or head to the Beer Garden with the group to unwind, she seemed nice but no one really knew her that well.
    “And did you happen to notice which direction she headed when she left?” Mac asked.  
    “Just down the hall,” Brian said, shrugging.  
    Mac already knew that Angela’s car had been found in the parking structure and that heading ‘down the hall’ lead you in that direction, though there was no direct route.
    “I’d like to help,” Brian said, hands in the pockets of his white lab coat. “But I really don’t know her and she left like she always did.”
    Although victimology was the totality of personal information about a victim it really came down to how various aspects of their life might have contributed to them becoming a victim. There was nothing to suggest that Angela was particularly vulnerable: she was emotionally stable; she was intelligent; her life was full, even busy. Despite having an overbearing father and choosing to follow in his profession, Angela’s family situation was solid. As with Esme, the Priest had simply targeted a young, pretty brunette who he could easily subdue. He’d been clever and efficient and hadn’t left a trace and it was obvious that planning went into every abduction and then kill.
    And the kills were always the same. He started with a stab to the knee, then he twisted the knife and sliced all the way up the thigh, not stopping until he’d reached the pubic bones. But there it ended. Though Mac had no doubt that the Priest was sexually motivated after his incest slip on the phone during Esme’s case, he couldn’t understand why the mutilation stopped just short of sexual organs–typical in such cases. Only Esme’s severe dehydration and the fact that the priest thought he’d been on the phone too long saved her. Though she might have bled out from the savage gash in her knee, her blood had actually been thick enough to flow slowly.
    “Are we done?” Brian asked, a bit petulantly. “I don’t mean to be rude but I’m meeting some people.”
    “Sure,” Mac said. “We’re done.”
    A fellow student is missing and any detail that you can remember at all could be the one to crack the case but, sure, you have people to meet.
    Mac followed Brian up the steps to the door. As Brian pushed through without so much as a backward glance, Mac saw Sergeant Dixon waiting but he was alone.
    “Where’s Isabelle?” Mac asked.
    “One of the residents mentioned that they have lockers, just down there,” the sergeant said, pointing. “There’s a lounge too.”
    Though Mac looked down the hallway, it wasn’t a lounge that he saw, it was a police officer. He walked with the steady gait of a man on patrol and he’d clearly noticed both Mac and the sergeant. Though his uniform consisted of dark green pants and a tan shirt, he was definitely police.
    What hospital has policemen who patrol? There’d been one in the lobby behind the information desk, but that was normal.  
    Mac promptly took out his badge and flagged the man down.  
    “Special Agent MacMillan, FBI. May I have a word?”
    The middle-aged man smiled amiably and came to a stop in front of Mac.  
    “Officer…,” Mac said, reading his name tag, “Dadashian.” He was Armenian, with dark eyes and curly, black hair that was just beginning to gray