Tumblr asked, so you shall receive. (If you follow me there you'll know there are a lot of words in my files that have yet to be posted).
There isn't a set posting schedule for this one just yet, I'm afraid. But there are 8 more updates fully written and edited ready for posting, along with plenty more words that need tidying up to post.
Special thanks go to Nina, Tori and Joni for all their help with this piece.
"Another?" Jones called out, as he ducked down under the yellow crime scene tape that was already in place, to make his way over to where David was already kneeling next to the medical examiner.
"Looks like it," Gold replied for him. "There are ligature marks on the wrists and ankles, which suggest that the victim was bound with cable ties. The same wounds have been inflicted here, here and hereā¦" Gold lifted the simple white sheet covering the body, to indicate the deep cuts that had been made in the torso. They were in almost identical spots to the last two victims Jones had examined. "They seem to suggest that the victim was once again tortured, before she was killed. And of course," he paused to pick up the young woman's left hand, which was missing her ring finger. "The same trophy was taken."
Jones sighed as he dropped down next to the two men, and lifted the sheet that had been placed over the victim to conceal her identity from the flock of reporters who had already descended on the scene. The rumors of a possible American serial killer had them out in droves, eager for the next instalment of the saga to sell to the terrified public.
"Have you checked inside of her mouth yet?" he asked, as he dropped the sheet back down. The young woman looked to be in her early twenties, and had probably been very pretty, before her face was slashed multiple times, to the point of disfigurement. Another signature of what Jones was hoping wouldn't turn into a hunt for the country's biggest serial killer.
"We were waiting for you, Agent Jones," Gold admitted, as he peeled back a corner of the white sheet to gently pry open the victim's mouth. Sure enough, inside sat a balled up piece of paper that Jones knew would have been stuffed inside post-mortem. He watched as Gold gently wiggled it free with a pair of tweezers, before covering the victim once more, and holding out the slightly soggy paper to the two FBI agents that were gathered around him.
David took it from him with a huff of his own, as he flattened it out to read what had been written on it.
Jones didn't need to look.
He already knew what that note would say.
They'd found exactly the same one on their last two victims, written in exactly the same handwriting, using exactly the same pen, on exactly the same type of paper.
"Look what you made me do," David read stoically, as Gold held out an evidence bag for him to slip the page inside of.
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