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Chapter 4
Elliot and Olivia followed Munch and Fin into the house that was the crime scene. The house was in one of the nicest parts of Manhattan it wasn't a place where you would expect a grizzly murder scene.
Olivia spotted a now broken looking man talking to an officer. "Munch and me will talk to him, why don't you two go check it out upstairs?" Fin said.
Elliot and Olivia both nodded and went off up the stairs. They were led to the master bedroom, on walking to it though Olivia noticed a painted pink door that said Amy and Amanda's bedroom, there were white ponies painted on it as well.
She suddenly felt so sorry for those little girls, for the whole family. She couldn't wait to get home and give Kate a hug.
When they entered the bedroom they both paused. There was blood everywhere; spatter of the walls and cast off on the ceiling. Melinda was crouched next to the body. "So far I've got 17 stab wounds. I'm betting when I get her cleaned up there'll be more." She said.
"That the COD?" Olivia asked.
"She was raped with a foreign object, a knife, our killer got clumsy and missed, hit the femoral artery, she bled out in seconds, hopefully quickly with all of the blood loss from the other wounds." Melinda said.
Olivia and Elliot both looked around the bedroom, it was trashed and everything was soaked in blood. "Did you find anything else?" Elliot asked.
"Nope, the killers in New York are either getting smarter or are all neat freaks." Melinda told them." CSU's turned up nothing either." She offered. "I'll be able to tell you more when I get her on my table."
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Elliot, Olivia, Munch, Fin and Cragen were all sat in the squad room. It was a grey day outside and it matched the mood in the squad room. The silence was suddenly interrupted as Melinda walked in.
"Give us the good news first." Munch said.
"I don't know if it's good news or bad news." She said hesitantly.
"Melinda what is it?" Olivia asked.
"I made a mold of the knife wounds on Jayne Collins and I matched them to the mold from the knife wounds on Jack McCoy they're a match."
"What?" Fin asked in disbelief.
"Either it's a pretty big coincident that there's two killers or more going round Manhattan with the exact same knife and a similar signature, or we're looking for a serial." Melinda clarified.
"How many vic's?" Cragen asked.
"So far…six, two male, four female. All stabbed to death and all sexually assaulted.
The thought of a serial killer worried them all. They knew it was only a matter of time before six victims became seven.
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Victoria Cole skipped across the coffee shop floor where she worked. She flipped the sign over from 'open' to 'closed'. She skipped back over and picked up the broom and began sweeping the wooden floors, singing softly to the radio that still played behind the counter.
It had been a long and tiring day and all she wanted to do was go home and get in a nice hot bath and then get ready for her 5th date with Josh, her math tutor.
Josh had blonde, surfer style hair and dazzling blue eyes and a lush golden tan, the perks of having lived in California.
She liked josh a lot, and he liked her. They had hit it off the first day they had met at school, but both were to shy to tell the other how they really felt, but then Josh had made a move and it had gone on from there.
Victoria couldn't remember a time she had felt so happy.
After having cleaned up and locked up, she made her way to the subway. It was late and very dark. She headed down the steps of the subway and walked across an empty platform to where she would wait for her train.
She sat down on a lonely bench and kept her hands tucked tight inside her pocket, it was freezing and the wind blew through the tunnels and across the platform, making her skin get goose pimples.
She watched as the days now rubbish news papers and rubbish blew across the floor. She looked at her watch, it was late but Josh didn't mind late dates, he just liked being with her, that's what he had told her last night anyway.
The subway was dead, completely deserted and although it never had before, it scared her tonight. She just prayed the train would hurry up.
She began to bounce her legs in the hopes the movement would warm her body up.
"Help, help me…"
She quickly got to her feet as she heard a whimper.
"Help, somebody please help me…"
She listened for a second and considered ignoring the quiet please she could here.
"Please…" She heard again, it sounded like a child. Whoever it was was definitely in distress.
"Hello." She called as she walked across the platform. She could see no one, not even the usual bum lying in the corner or on a bench. "Is someone there?" she called.
"Behind you."
She spun round on her heels as she heard the voice behind her. Before she could do anything the person had her arms pinned down next to her body and were forcing her back behind a wall.
She tried to scream but the sound of her screeching train coming through the tunnel drowned out all her cries. Once it had passed it was deadly silent. The killer had struck again.
TBC
That was a longer chapter. Hope you liked it.