When Emma and Rossi walked into the small office, they found an older, weather-beaten looking gentleman, wearing a pair of well washed jeans and a plaid shirt, sitting in a chair in front of the desk casually polishing his glasses.
"Sergeant Woods?" Emma questioned with a smile.
"Just plain old Don Woods these days," the man returned her smile. "I'm retired and glad of it. I understand you have some questions about a case I worked."
Rossi put the boxes on the desk before stepping forward and offering his hand to shake. "Dave Rossi of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit," he introduced himself as the two men shook hands. "And, yes, I do have some questions about an old case. Thanks for coming in."
"Before I leave," Emma spoke up. "Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee? A soda?"
"No, thanks. I'm all set," Don Woods assured her while Rossi nodded his agreement.
"Okay. I'll be on my way then," Emma told the two men as she left the room.
Don Woods watched her go. "That is a definite improvement," he commented with a smile. "We never had anyone like her in my day."
"Yes. She is quite an asset," Rossi agreed as he pulled chair over next to the retired lawman. "Tell me, what do you remember about the murder of Missy Logan?"
Don Woods took a deep breath before replying. "That was the toughest case I ever worked," he told the agent. "Not only did I have to deal with her parents, but I also had to interview her fiancé, younger siblings, and a couple of young cousins she babysat. I never thought any of them were involved. Is this connected to the new murder?"
"We think so," Rossi told him. "And, I have another question for you. There were some things about the condition of the body that were never released to the press. Is there any way that information could have gotten out?"
Don Woods gave him a shrewd look. "I assume you're referring to the puncture wounds?" he guessed. "When the second murder occurred and I heard about the repetition of the wound pattern, I started checking. I know I never told anyone, and I'm sure none of my guys did either. When I checked my notes, they were in the file room, still sealed, and no one had checked them out. If that information got out, I have no idea how."
"And, you had no leads?" Rossi asked.
"None," the man shook his head. "It's a case that still bothers me."
"Let's go back over your notes," Rossi suggested. "Maybe after all this time something will come back to you that can help us catch this killer."