It was one a.m and Nathalie Taylor was still in her office. She leant forward over the case her blue narrowing, her thick black hair falling over the page. David Diges case was intresting, but after Nathalie had read it at least six-hundred times it was losing it's appeal. She fingered the picture at the side. A thin, wiry boy stared at her, his face lit with a brilliant smile. She sighed. It was depressing to think that a young child had been subject to a brutal murder. The boy would have been fourteen just days after his body was found, open and bloodless in a narrow alleyway. But he was just the beginning. It had been just two weeks, but the way the murders had been escalating it could have been months. All skin colors, all classes, all ages. They ranged from a two year old christian boy, to a sixty-nine year old muslim. The gang (after all it must be a gang) were targeting everyone.