Fin stands in the morgue, staring at the body, numbly. She looks similar to Olivia. He tries to shake the thought, but he can't. His mind plummets to all of the things that could happen to her. He looks at Melinda.

"Did you find anything to tie this girl to Olivia's disappearance?"

"I haven't found anything, yet."

"What did you find?"

"This girl was scrubbed clean. Inside, and out. Her nails were trimmed. Her teeth were brushed. This guy is a meticulous bastard."

"Cause of death?"

"Gunshot wound to the head. It went through and through. It was small caliber, so he was pretty close to her, when he shot her."

"What else?"

"Signs of repeated sexual trauma. She has bruises all over her. They are all in different stages of healing. There is also vaginal tearing, and swelling. There are also signs of physical abuse. I took x-rays. I found several different broken, and fractured bones, all in different stages of healing. I also found evidence that the victim was restrained. There are restraint marks on her wrists. There are also signs of malnutrition. He choked her, and beat her, and violated her. He tortured her, and then he killed her."

"Any id on her?"

"No, but I sent DNA samples to the lab."

On his way out of the morgue his phone rings. He pulls it to his ear.

"Tutuola," he answers.

"Fin you have to come down to the lab, I have something for you."

"Ok, I'll be right down," he hangs up.

He reaches the lab, and finds a technician.

"What did you find?"

"I ran the DNA, and fingerprints that Dr. Warner gave me."

"You found her?"

"You aren't going to like who it is."

"Do I know her?" he questions.

"No, but she's a cop."

His pupils dilate, "What?"

"She's a cop. She went missing eleven months ago. She was abducted from her home. She had a disgruntled ex, so the investigation to her disappearance focused on him. They never found any evidence that he had anything to do with it."

"Thanks."

He sits at his desk, searching his computer for connections. Munch sits next to him, doing his own search. He gets up from his desk, and heads to the printer. He goes to the center of the room, in front of the wipe board. He looks at his fellow colleagues, and he clears his throat.

"Listen up people. We have a bigger problem here on our hands."

Everyone looks up from what they are doing. John holds up pictures. He flashes them, one at a time.

"Six women have disappeared in four years. All of them were cops. They disappeared from different places. The first victim, four years ago disappeared from Philadelphia. Her name was Maria Harris. She was a cop. The second victim disappeared three months later, from Baltimore. Her name was Allison Bentley. A few months after Allison Bentley disappeared the body of Maria Harris was found nearby.
Three years ago Lydia Shore disappeared from Norfolk. Allison's body was found near Lydia's home shortly after. Eighteen months ago Melanie Reed disappeared from Cincinnati. Catherine Larimer disappeared from Indianapolis eleven months ago. Each time within a few months of a victim disappearing the previous one shows up dead near their place of work, or residence. Each, and every one of these women was a cop. They are all brunette, but their races, and ages vary. We are dealing with a serious predator here."

He enters the room, and she sits on her cot, staring at the concrete basement floor. She doesn't make eye contact.

"Something bothering you?" he questions, as if he cares.

"Why did you kill her?"

"She tried to run. No one makes it out of here. Do you understand that?"

She looks up at him. Her eyes lock on his face, "What you said earlier, was a lie. You already know that you are going to kill me."

"Only if you run."

"But they all run."

"They all try, eventually."

"So you already know you are going to kill me?"

"I could kill you now if I wanted to. I don't have to have a reason."

"No one has ever gotten away?"

"I made some mistakes with my first, but she isn't talking to anyone now. She is buried deep in the woods, in a shallow grave."

"Why me?"

He smirks, "You are the one who started it all."

"What?"

"You are the one I have been waiting for. All of the others are supposed to be fearless. They are all like you. But yet, none of them are. After the first day they start to give up. They don't have the same fire that you do. They all give up, eventually. They think I don't know they are trying to submit, and behave to gain my trust. They truly think I don't know what they're plotting. They are just waiting for the right time to escape. None of them do."

"So this is a cautionary tale?"

"You fight, or you die."

She shakes her head, "From what I saw, you fight, and you still die."

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. You still have time."

"How do I know that?"

"You have my word. Today isn't your day."

"Excuse me if your word doesn't mean much to me."

"Have I lied to you yet?"

She doesn't answer his question.

"Why are you doing this?"

He smiles at her, devilishly, "You cops just love psychology, don't you? Sometimes there isn't a why."

"There is always a why," she argues.

He moves in close. She doesn't move a muscle. She can feel his breath against her ear, and the thought turns her stomach. He whispers into her ear. "I want to make you my bitch. I want to be one that you can never forget, as long as you live."