The area was already sectioned off when they arrived, the area buzzing with forensic team, police and medical officers waiting to take the body. Lights of various emergency vehicles set the gray, drizzling area alight like disco lights and as they exited their car, and passed over the police tape, Peyton couldn't help but compare the scene to a morbid dance. They walked towards the center of the party that lay underneath the stark white sheet. She was not dancing.

"No id. Woman walking her dog found the body out here, just like the others. Completely naked and spread eagle, drained of blood," one of the officers narrated as they approached.

"Officer keep those people back," Lucas ordered pointing to a gaggle of on lookers who had a clear view of what they were doing, as Peyton knelt to uncover the body. She prodded the skin with a latex covered hand, finding it stiff and clammy.

"Rigor set in a long time ago. She's been out here for at least ten, may twelve hours," she murmured over her shoulder. Lucas turned to the sheriff

"No one has reported anyone missing in the last week, sheriff?" Lucas asked, turning to the sheriff who watched Peyton's movements darkly.

"No," he replied with a sigh. No one, thank God. I don't recognize her either and I know just about everyone in town."

"She belongs to someone though," Lucas murmured to himself, looking down at the corpse. She had been pale in complexion at one time and her hair was dark and curly, making Lucas have to shake his head as he thought briefly of his mother.

"What's that?" the sheriff asked, not hearing him. Lucas shook his head and stepped away from the scene to look around the area. The ground around the victim was disturbed.

"There's some shoes prints here. Sheriff were any of your men over here?"

"No. I don't think so," he replied kneeling next to Lucas. "You think it's our perp?"

"I don't know yet," Lucas replied, looking up across the field. He thought he spied movement in the trees and stood abruptly, scanning the tree line quickly.

"What's beyond those trees, sheriff?"

"A few miles of forest. Beyond that is Oleander. It's them isn't it," the Sheriff said, looking at Lucas with certainty.

"What makes you say that, sheriff?"

"Their law enforcement is useless. Ol' Jim Delany works there. Says that town is full of nuts. People disappearing there left and right and nobody does anything about it," Meddleson growled heatedly. He pinned his steel colored eyes on Lucas and grumbled.

"I feel it in my gut, Agent Scott. The killer is there an I'll be damned if I continue to let him come here and pick off folks in my town. People here are scared. They want answers. Not more people disappearing in the night."

Lucas nodded, understandingly and glanced at Peyton who had just joined them.

"We'll keep in touch Sheriff," Lucas assured the man. He watched him walk off towards his jeep and turned to Peyton.

The baby hairs at her hair line had escaped the severe pony tail and were curling endearingly around her temples. It made her look younger and very innocent, giving Lucas the strange urge to enfold her in his arms and protect her from everything bad like a mother bird protecting her young.

"What have you got, Sawyer?"

"They're taking the body to the medical examiners office, but Scott this might not be what the sheriff thinks it is."

"What do you mean?" Lucas asked as they walked back to their sedan.

"Whoever this woman was suffered a blunt force trauma to the back of the head which is what probably killed her. There's a crack in the skull the size of a pencil, but the other bodies autopsied here, there was no conceivable cause of death outside of the exsanguination of the bodies."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning how did they get the victims from their homes to the place of the murder. These victims weren't killed in the fields, Scott. The bleedings were exact. Almost ritualistic."

"Drugged somehow?"

"I'd bet on it." Peyton replied. "There's probably a puncture wound somewhere on the bodies."

"Why didn't the coroner pick that up?"

"They're small holes and they were probably hidden between the folds of a finger, underside of the arm. They're easy to miss."

"Was this victim bled the same way as the other?"

"Well I have to do the autopsy to be sure, but from the places of the cuts on the body, it appears so."

Lucas squinted his eyes, thoughtfully and shook his head. "I don't think this was a copycat," he said after a moment. He started the car up and pulled away from the crime scene.

"I mean think about it, I doubt the public knows the graphic details of the crimes and I can bet you money the cuts placed on that body will match every other victim before her."

"Then why the deter from their previous M.O? Are they trying to throw us off?"

"Maybe. I believe this woman was killed to hide something. We find out who she is. We'll know what. There's a common thread between all of these victims and we need to find it. Are any of the other bodies available?"

"I don't know," Peyton answered breathlessly. It was as though Lucas was suddenly turned on. His face was still a mask of calm, but there was now an intensity behind his eyes that thrilled her. This intensity and brilliance was what made Lucas Scott a legend.

"Why?"

"If they aren't, someone is gonna have to make them available. I want you to autopsy the other bodies as well for punctures and any other clues that the coroner may have missed."

"You don't trust the coroner's report?"

"You said it yourself, Sawyer. That autopsy was completely doctored."

"Yes, but that autopsy was from Oleander, not Warshaw."

Lucas gave her a wry look. "At this point I don't trust much of anything we've been given. Do you?"

Peyton couldn't disagree. Things had gotten exponentially weirder with the appearance of this new body. She sighed.

"Okay, although I can't imagine anyone will be happy with this. Especially the coroner and including the families of the victims."

"We didn't come here to make friends, Sawyer," Lucas stated, cocking a corner of his mouth upwards to soften the statement.

"So what are you going to do?" Peyton wanted to know. Lucas made a show of looking up at the bleak sky and said, jovially.

"It's a nice day for a drive. I think I'll mosey down to Oleander and say howdy to the sheriff."