A faint knock on his doorframe made Mike look up from the disturbing report at his fingertips.

For once, it took a little bit longer to pull his mind out of the dark places it had to explore, as he tried to envision the last few hours of their Jane Doe, and what type of animal it took to produce her injuries and ultimately cause her death.

Squinting, as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the bullpen, he pulled off his black-framed reading glasses and reached for his cold coffee for an overdue sip.

"Bill…what have you got?"

The African-American Inspector's glum features were enough to tell him that their victim's ID had come back from the lab.

"Your Jane Doe is a Sarah Roberts, age twenty-six, lives over in Oakland, on the east side. Reported missing by her parents two weeks ago. I put a call down into Missing Persons. They're bringing the file up now."

Acknowledging Tanner's latest findings, Mike accepted the two-page printout of their victim, feeling a distinctive ache in his heart when he looked at the picture of a beautiful blonde girl, just a tad bit older than Jeanie.

"She was reported missing two weeks ago, you say?"

Letting his eyes drift over all the data in front of him, Mike's experienced mind processed and sorted every piece of existing information for valuable clues, starting with her address, her family, consisting of her mother, father and an older brother, as well as several accolades in High School before she went to work as a waitress at a local restaurant. Noting the lack of any priors or known use of drugs or affiliation with gangs, he wondered what could happen to a beautiful young lady such as Sarah, to wind up in the horrific predicament that ended her life way too soon.

"Yeah. The guys downstairs will have more for you on that one, but I understand she was last seen headed east toward some…some hippie nudist camp."

The words made Mike's head snap up and he glanced at Tanner incredulously.

"I beg your pardon?"

Unable to hide a faint smile, the African-American Inspector shrugged and pointed his chin back at the file.

"That's precisely how they phrased it downstairs, Mike. Apparently, she was a…a free spirit. Sounds like the guys from Missing Person's tried to do some preliminary research, but weren't able to locate that camp."

"A hippie nudist camp.", Mike grunted skeptically and shook his head, "Keller's going to be all over that one."

"You better believe it. Well, you guys had the Satanist case last month. Maybe this will be a refreshing change of…scenery."

Nodding slowly, Mike's mind returned to the cult of five mentally unstable college kids that had killed a homeless man just for kicks and prided themselves on drinking raw goat blood. In an effort to regain his focus, he bit the inside of his cheek, unwilling to show just how much some of these dysfunctional lunatics were wearing on his soul after nearly three decades on the job.

"Somehow, I doubt that. Do me a favor Bill, will you? Get with Vice, Bunco and Narc, put out a feeler to see if they've come across anything like that before. If it's a nudist camp, there's going to be several people involved. These types of…organizations typically harbor every sort of criminal activity under the sun to pay for themselves and ensure growth, stability and security. I am talking drugs, guns, fraud, money-laundering, sex-trafficking, the works…", glancing back down at Sarah Robert's pretty face and blue eyes, Mike sighed, sensing a very difficult case in the making, "And if my gut feeling is right, this one hits me like a weekend get-away for way too many city-bound young adults."