Jimmy smiled to himself as the familiar car turned the corner and began to drive down the street. The pair were considerably late, although why he didn't know. Turning to look back at the crime scene, he sighed. Even though the body had been moved, it was still depressing to look at.

The sound of car doors shutting snapped him out of his thoughts, and he smirked when he saw Detectives Blake and Jones walking towards him, Fred looking slightly angrier than usual.

"Hey!" he called, waving his hand as they moved closer. Daphne smiled to acknowledge him, whilst Fred just nodded.

"What did you call us down here for?" Fred asked sternly as he approached the line of police tape. Jimmy cleared his throat slightly, holding up the tape so that they could pass underneath.

"We'll discuss that in a minute; why are you so late?" he asked, Fred beginning to answer only to be cut off by Daphne.

"Something came up; nothing special. What's important is that we're here now," she explained, crouching under the police tape and walking through. Jimmy turned to Fred, looking for a more detailed answer, only to see that his cheeks had reddened.

"Right, let's get on with it," Fred muttered, passing under the police tape and holding it up for Jimmy.

When the two men caught up they found Daphne kneeling beside a noticeable scuff mark on the sidewalk.

"What do you think this is?" she asked, and Jimmy knelt down beside her.

"That's what I wanted you to see; this mark is around ten metres from where she was actually murdered," he explained, and Fred bent down to examine it carefully.

"Which means that she broke into a run long before she was actually killed," he added, and Jimmy nodded.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, and Daphne frowned.

"So the killer might have made himself known to Laura before he killed her?" she pondered, turning to Fred.

"Or she was really jumpy and paranoid, which caused her to run whenever she heard a noise. I suppose she had good reason to be," he replied, pausing for a moment. Daphne stood up slowly, gently tugging on Jimmy's sleeve so that he rose with her. Fred noticed this, but decided against commenting.

"We need to talk to you about our encounter with the supposed killer last night," she explained, and Jimmy turned.

"You met the killer?" he asked, and Fred nodded as he stood up.

"He appeared when we went to investigate the 415 you asked us to check out last night," he began, glancing briefly at Daphne, "He knocked me unconscious and then went after Daphne. He told her about killing all the victims," he explained, and Jimmy nodded, "Oh, and then he chucked me in a swimming pool," he added, causing a small smile to appear on Daphne's face.

Jimmy sighed, turning to Daphne.

"What did he tell you?" he asked, and she frowned again.

"He told me that he was the one who killed the eleven women detectives and Lauren Graves, and that his name was Red," she replied, and Jimmy frowned.

"He was wearing a red, rubbery mask which covered his entire head; I guess that's where the name comes from," Fred explained, folding his arms across his chest as he spoke. Jimmy nodded.

"I'll go run some of the details through the police database; see if anything comes up about this 'Red' guy," he muttered, turning back towards the police station and beginning to walk away.

"I'll come with you!" Daphne suddenly called, jogging to catch up with her colleague as they walked towards the police station, leaving Fred by himself. He grumbled to himself as he watched them walk away, pushing up his tie slightly as he turned back to the road. As he walked back towards where he had parked his car, a young police officer stepped out in front of him.

"Excuse me, Detective; may I have a moment?" he asked, and Fred frowned.

"Alright, but make it quick. I'm currently working on a murder case," he replied sternly, and the police officer gulped slightly.

"If you're going to drive about the city, could you keep an eye out for a Gabriel Eldorado?" he began, and Fred thought for a second.

"I think I know the guy; Mexican, right?"

"That's right. He's been on parole recently for assault but hasn't returned. We haven't found him yet," he explained, and Fred offered a small smile.

"If I see him, I'll get him. Don't worry about that," he replied, gently pushing the officer aside and walking towards his car. He wasn't sure about where he was intending to go, but he just wanted to leave Daphne and Jimmy to their work. Trying to ignore the obvious pangs of jealousy that coursed through his veins, he started the car and revved the engine, sighing as he pulled away from the sidewalk and out into the road.