Well here foes for the second part of my little detective novellaaaa. Okay it's just a novel. not a novella... i just got carried away i apologise... . etc. Love as always my darlings. [LittlEm]

Detective Louis Santana stepped out from his office with a paper cup of coffee in his hand, he glanced around at the faces of his colleagues and all of them were pleading with him to sort this situation out. I mean they were on the fifth guy in 7 months that had been found rotting away with the same symptoms. There was the same poison in their bodies. All of them had been in relationships when they'd died- all with gorgeous girls. That fact had not escaped the knowledge of the entire task force, with all the younger lads being more than willing to lend a shoulder to cry on.

He could hardly believe that was more or less the only connection these guys had. They weren't all part of the same gym, went to the same stores, had the same loyalty cards, and stayed at the same hotel at the same time. There was nothing in that connected them. They were different kind of guys.

The first guy was older- in his late fifties. His wife was younger at 35 but with a down right immaculate figure, which she must have spent a fortune maintaining. He worked in one of the local law firms and was a prominent defence lawyer- and he was good. Yet there he was, top of this killers list- dead.

The second guy was a little dorky 17-year-old kid who worked at comic book shop part time when he wasn't studying. Glasses check shirts- the whole package. His girlfriend was one of those gorgeous girls who are into comic books. Massive chest and good legs with glasses and short hair- but gorgeous… The poor guy,

Third guy was a scary little twenty something Goth kid, with a girlfriend to match. Her black hair was streaked with red and always in black clothing, but still a looker. Another guy taken down by the poison.

Fourth guy was a well to do to 30 something who ran a tax company that sponsored lots of the soccer teams about. With his pretty little same age girlfriend. A gym employee- so she's a looker too.

The most recent, fifth, victim of this killer was a big strong guy who must have spent most of his time getting drunk and working out. His girlfriend brought in whatever money they must have had- but his dad was well off and living in Spain, sending them money it seemed from his income details.

The files were all spread across his desk and no matter how much he'd delved through the past of the guys he saw nothing they had in common- nothing.

"Alright ladies and gentleman. Have we found out anything more about our victims? Anything that might connect all of them? Something significant about their past?"

One of the older guys sat up and lifted up his little pack of information.

"Santana we got nothing- honest guy there's absolutely nothing about these guys that connects them…"

Louis walked and picked up all the files the guys had, flicking through them slightly before tucking them under his arm.

"Men we need to keep looking. There has got to be something. The poison used on the men was the same- down to the dosage…"

Louis retreated back into his office and gulped down the sugary coffee that had collected in the bottom of his cup before retching at the foul taste. He flicked open all the files, the crime scene pictures clipped to the top, all the men looking the same only in death. Restrained and covered in the own bile. It was disgusting to look at.

Why were there no connections? Did this guy really have no motive? Was it a purely love driven task.

Did this guy just enjoy it?