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O248 Local
Mercedes's house
The house was quiet and dark, except for one room. Mercedes sat at the desk in her office, pouring over old criminology textbooks and old case files of which she had saved copies. It had been hours since she listened to Harm's tale, promised she'd think on it, and mother-hen-ed him into one of the spare bedrooms. Shortly after than, she'd found Mac asleep in the bathtub, and with remarkable ease, fed the tired Marine and similarly mother-hen-ed her into the other spare bedroom. Both had been asleep for hours. Mercedes was nowhere near it.
She'd started with the textbooks, going back to the beginning and creating a new profile of the killer. Unfortunately, it was remarkably similar to her previous attempt. Then she went on to her case files. She kept copies of them for every case she'd worked on, both in Virginia and in Texas. While there were a few possibilities, none really fit nor rang the bell of familiarity that'd been going off in her head since the beginning of the case.
Sighing, she tossed another case file on to the mess her desk had become. She was getting nowhere fast. She leaned back in the chair, rubbing her eyes and pushing the reading glasses on to her forehead. Maybe the similarity wasn't in one of her old cases, but with another case she'd studied rather than actually worked on.
She picked up her notepad, and began writing random facts about the case. 'Victim: young Caucasian females, approx. 20-40 years old. All killed where body found. MO: cut throat, abdominal mutilation. Possibly escalating.' She added this, recalling the facial wounds of Catherine Eddowes.
Catherine Eddowes. The name itself was familiar, but CD knew with certainty she'd never met the Lieutenant. Catherine Eddowes. Margaret
Stride. Annabella Chapman. Suzanne Nichols. Claire Tabram. The names.
That's what was familiar. Something about the names....
Mercedes retrieved a large book from the bottom of a bookcase. It was one of many encyclopedia-types books on famous crimes and criminals she owned, but this one had proven particularly useful in the past. Flipping through the pages, she found the 'E' section and began searching for 'Eddowes'.
What she found made the blood freeze in her veins.
TBC....
O248 Local
Mercedes's house
The house was quiet and dark, except for one room. Mercedes sat at the desk in her office, pouring over old criminology textbooks and old case files of which she had saved copies. It had been hours since she listened to Harm's tale, promised she'd think on it, and mother-hen-ed him into one of the spare bedrooms. Shortly after than, she'd found Mac asleep in the bathtub, and with remarkable ease, fed the tired Marine and similarly mother-hen-ed her into the other spare bedroom. Both had been asleep for hours. Mercedes was nowhere near it.
She'd started with the textbooks, going back to the beginning and creating a new profile of the killer. Unfortunately, it was remarkably similar to her previous attempt. Then she went on to her case files. She kept copies of them for every case she'd worked on, both in Virginia and in Texas. While there were a few possibilities, none really fit nor rang the bell of familiarity that'd been going off in her head since the beginning of the case.
Sighing, she tossed another case file on to the mess her desk had become. She was getting nowhere fast. She leaned back in the chair, rubbing her eyes and pushing the reading glasses on to her forehead. Maybe the similarity wasn't in one of her old cases, but with another case she'd studied rather than actually worked on.
She picked up her notepad, and began writing random facts about the case. 'Victim: young Caucasian females, approx. 20-40 years old. All killed where body found. MO: cut throat, abdominal mutilation. Possibly escalating.' She added this, recalling the facial wounds of Catherine Eddowes.
Catherine Eddowes. The name itself was familiar, but CD knew with certainty she'd never met the Lieutenant. Catherine Eddowes. Margaret
Stride. Annabella Chapman. Suzanne Nichols. Claire Tabram. The names.
That's what was familiar. Something about the names....
Mercedes retrieved a large book from the bottom of a bookcase. It was one of many encyclopedia-types books on famous crimes and criminals she owned, but this one had proven particularly useful in the past. Flipping through the pages, she found the 'E' section and began searching for 'Eddowes'.
What she found made the blood freeze in her veins.
TBC....