Sergeant Lamar turned away from the body that lay strewn before him, ripped and torn by a dull knife. The blood pooled in drying puddles around the starved body the smell of death reeking within hi nostrils. He shook his head heavily, striding over to the Chief of Police.
"Latest one this month sir," the man said, his face worn and tired.
"When was she discovered?"
"Last night, sir." Lamar glanced at the man sharply.
"Last night?" he bit out. "Why wasn't I informed last night then?"
"She was already dead sir, and it was four in the morning. We knew you would be sleeping," the man's tone was bored, not caring. Lamar said nothing, biting down on his temper. The Chief had discovered three of the five bodies that had been discovered in the past month, all in the west ends of town. All murdered the same way.
"She's a full mile from the last body site," Lamar thought out loud. "Their trying to throw us... doing the murders far away from each other, so we don't know where their baised."
"And doing a damn good job," the chief answered. "Do you know how many pimps hold their business in the west end? It could be any one of the five."
"Yes, but only one of them is known to get rid of his prostitutes when they become useless to him," Lamar quipped. "I think it's time to visit him again."
"But sir, we've questioned him twice already," the chief replied. "And he sells his useless women."
"Yes, but if he gets rid of them and trades, perhaps he knows another that kills his when they become useless," Lamar said thoughtfully. "Learn the tricks of the trade, man. If you can whip your tong the right way, you'd be amazed what business partners reveal about the other."