"Detective Eames." Eames stepped out of the police issued SUV and shook the Captain's hand. "Why'd you call me?" Straight to the point. Hanna liked that. Just like her dad. He chuckled.
"Number seven. She's over here. A jogger found her this morning around six-thirty." He and Eames walked up to the body.
"Was she found like this?" Eames bent down beside the body and began putting on gloves.
"Yes, ma'am." A uniformed officer stepped forward. "Jogger said he came around the corner and saw her laying there. He went over to see if she was ok and then he called 911."
Eames looked up. "We got an ID?" When she didn't get an answer, she stood up. "Officer?"
"Um, no, ma'am. There was no wallet found around the body." The officer finally answered.
"Who's the jogger?" Eames looked dead on at the officer. He swallowed hard.
"Josh Valentine." He looked down at his palm sized notebook. "He's an investment banker on Wall Street. He runs by here every morning."
"Hm." Eames turned around and discarded her gloves. "Doc, call me when the autopsy begins."
The medical examiner walked by. "You got it, Alex."
"What do you think?" Hanna approached her.
"It's a murdered woman in the park." Eames seemed annoyed by the question.
"I know that." The captain glared at her. Alex didn't budge. "Is it the same guy?"
"Won't know until the autopsy." They reached her vehicle.
"Keep me updated."
"Always." Eames started the car and drove away.