"Hey, Cody."

"Yeah Frankie?"

"Where's Jake?"

Cody pointed to where he and Shay were talking.

"Thanks."  She left him at the computer and walked over just in time to hear Shay telling Jake sooner or later she'd get the whole Francesca Battles story.  "Jake."

Jake turned and looked at Frankie.  "How's Frank?"

"He's alive and hopefully he's getting righteous again.  I think he'll want to talk to his wife sooner or later... preferably sooner."  She smirked and took Jake's arm.

"Hey.  'Frank's Wife' has a name." Shay called after them as she kept pace.

"I'm sure you do, and someday, I might remember it." Frankie retorted, not skipping a step as she led Jake to where she'd tacked the photos up on the wall.  "Last night, after everyone had left, Cody and I were here studying these photos.  There's something here that I don't know if the behaviorists caught before."

"What's that?" both Shay and Jake asked in unison.

Frankie tossed her jacket onto the table and stepped up to the photos.  "He loved his victims.  Either that or respected them a whole hell of a lot. At first I tried to put a sequence to them, but nothing congruous came up. There is no similarity to these killings except the Scenes of Discovery.  A motel room, raped, stabbed, strangled and then posed for modesty.  The very idea of covering their nudity suggests that love or respect.  I didn't see it until I tacked them up."

"We've already gone over the posing and M.O.  Tell us something we don't know." Shay bit out.

"Alright.  There is no pattern here.  It's the same killer, but it's not a serial... not one that we can identify yet.  A nurse, a beauty queen and a cop.  They don't look alike, they don't know each other, and they don't operate in the same social circles.  That one of them was discovered in Florida tossed a wrench into the plot.  But, this guy is meticulous..."

"Go on..."

"No DNA.  So, he used a condom, or an object.  The last victim, Darinda, had more stab wounds.  Either she fought back, took longer to die, or he's losing his self-control.  What puzzles me is how he got the upper hand with Dari.  She's my size and in training for the undercover units with 'Blue'. She had to have known him or trusted him... or have been surprised."

"But, we're no further with this than yesterday."

"Actually, we are.  You and I are talking civilly."

Shay cracked a grin before she could stop herself.

"What do we know about Skinner down in Florida?" Jake interjected.

"Not much.  I fell asleep reading the reports on the Carruther's murder. It's a good thing the bodies are still on ice at the ME's office."  Frankie stood back against the table with Shay and Jake.

Jake smiled at the memory of finding Frankie asleep on the conference table this morning.  Involuntarily, his hand slid over and he brushed his fingers against Frankie's.

Shay's eyes drifted over the photos.  She was missing that something; she knew it.

"The poses are all the same essentially."  Frankie offered.  "Except the minute differences.  Little details are all I see."

"Such as?" Jake asked.

"Their hands.  Same arm is crossed over the other on all of them, but their hands are different.  Probably Rigor setting in by the time the photos were taken.  CODY!"

"WHAT?!"  He was getting tired of being yelled at.  Especially when he was less than 10 feet from them.

"See if you can book a flight to Valparaiso Florida for me."

"What's on your mind Francesca?" Jake asked quietly.

Frankie looked at Jake.  He'd called her Francesca... usually he called her Frankie or Firecracker...  "A little snooping around, see if I can find something that the local Blue missed."

"Cody."

"Yes Jake?"

"Book a flight for me too.  Shay, tell Frank that Frankie and I are going down to check into the Skinner murder to see if we can turn something up they couldn't."

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