Blood.

BPOV.

"I'm thinking of asking Alice to marry me." Jasper said out of the blue. We were still collecting evidence three hours later.

"Really? That's great! Alice will be chuffed. I deffinately think she'll say yes."

"You really think so?"

"Yes Jasper, I do."

"You're not meant to say that, Ali is." He laughed.

"You're such a goof." I laughed him off, but the pang in my chest at the thought of never getting to say 'I do' left behind a nasty ache under my bones.

"She told me about Jake. I'm sorry for what you went through." I had suddenly become very interested in the blood pool in front of my feet. "Bella?"

"Jasper, it's fine, okay. I expected she'd tell you anyway." I shrugged. Jasper looked at me sympathetically before his gaze shifted over my shoulder.

"Hey Edward, what's up?"

Edward had just rounded the corner from the maze of crates. "Please, I beg you, someone swap with me."

"Lauren giving you hell again?" Laughed Jasper.

"Yes! She's flirting with me over evidence!" He said, exasperated.

I rolled my eyes at their antics. "Fine." I sighed, "Jasper, go finish clearing the scene at the back. Edward.."

"I'm sorry okay." He cut me off. What is it with people keep doing that? "I know it's unprofessional, but I just can't work with her."

"I wasn't going to mention that. Come here. Loot at this blood pool. What do you see?"

"A large one?"

I jutted my chin out at him and gave him the bitch brow. "Try again."

"Uhm okay. A significant pool. About five pints, tacky around the edges so it's been here some time and it's...sparkly?"

"Just what I thought. Scoop up a couple of vials and fast track them to trace and DNA. I think we have gathered all we can from here at the moment. I'll send a quick text to Jasper to let him know we're going." I packed up my kit and camera and followed Edward back to the car.

EPOV.

Thankfully tthe drive back to the lab was lot more smooth than the drive going. We had just pulled up in the parking lot and James was at the entrance, puffing away on a cigarette.

"Swan, my office, five minutes!" He barked out around a mouthful of smoke. "Cullen! Quit dawdling and get that evidence to the correct labs. Also Garrett has some more evidence for you in the coroners office." I nodded in affirmation and high tailed it into the building.

I dropped the swabs off with Alice and the gave Mike the rest before jogging down the stairs to the mortuary.

Garrett was bopping his head along to the music on his iPod before randomly bursting into song. "There's blood on my hands, like the blood in you. Some things can't be treated, so don't make me..."

"Interesting song choice Garrett." I said loudly, catching his attention. It wouldn't of been so bad if it wasn't for the fact that he actually did have blood all over his hands. He was sewing up a torso after autopsy.

"Oh, hey Edward. Sorry about that." He said, pinging off his bloodied gloves. "I didn't think there was anyone else down here."

"It's okay. James said you had some more evidence for me?"

"Ahh yes, just through here. I collected several swabs from his back and thighs and a peetree dish of holographic granules from his hair. Also, I think you should see this." Garrett handed me a photograph and my mouth fell open.

BPOV.

"Look James, I'm sorry I called Steven, but I wanted to make sure I was on the right track before I came to you with my suspicions."

"I understand that Bella, but you still should of called me. Can you imagine my shock when I suddenly get a pile of faxed case files on my desk, with no clue as to what they concern."

"I'm sor.." I was cut off, yet again, by the door to James' office flying open and Edward striding in.

"CULLEN! What the hell? Don't you now how to knock?!" James yelled.

"Sorry sir, but it's urgent. I think you both should see this." He placed a photograph down on James' desk who snatched it up before I could catch a glimpse. His face paled as he studied the picture. His eyes finally raised to meet mine. A scared look flitted across his face before it was quickly masked by an impassive one. He slowly handed me the photograph.

I looked down at the picture and my blood ran cold. Tattooed on the base of the victims foot was a single sentance.

'CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, DETECTIVE SWAN.'

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