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step aside. I’m going after him with or without clearance. Just please don’t stand in my way.”
     
    Stacey crossed her arms, considering what her partner had said. She let out an exasperated sigh and opened the back door of the cruiser, pulling some things out.
     
    “Here. You’ll need this then, I guess. Just try not to get killed, ok?” Stacey said.
     
    She slapped his badge, holster, and gun on the roof of the cruiser. Stacey blew out her breath again and smirked, telling Jake, “Now get your ass in the car, partner. We got another lead.”
     
    It was already lunch time and the day was beginning to really heat up. The sun had decided to blast away every cloud in the sky, and heat rose up off the street in waves. People were out everywhere, going on with their day to day business, seemingly oblivious to the fact that there was a monster in their midst. Stacey had the air conditioning in the car blasting at its maximum.
     
    “The chief put out the press report this morning,” Stacey said, with her eyes glued ahead on the road. “I guess people have gotten desensitized to this sort of thing nowadays.”
     
    She shrugged her shoulders, took a giant swig of coffee, and continued to stay fixated on the road ahead.
     
    Jake just grinned at her and said, “I blame it on the internet.”
     
    The car rolled up the street towards the town commons, and from the look of things, they were late to the party again. The town commons was swarming with police, and the entire area had been roped off to prevent any possible evidence tampering from curious civilians or roving news reporters. The police officer guarding the barricade at the parking lot entrance lifted it and waved them through.
     
    They hopped out of the car and headed down the winding sidewalk path to where the forensics team was cataloguing evidence. A bleary eyed and exhausted Mike Woo and the WPD forensics team were taking samples of a large pool of blood on the concrete sidewalk that appeared to have mostly drained away into the grassy soil.
     
    Other detectives and police officers wandered around, looking at the ground or talking to each other. The ever-present news reporters stood by on the street nearly a block away overlooking the crime scene. This had been their life for the past few weeks. Everyday seemed like déjà vu. At least now they had a lead or two.
     
    “Hey Mike. Whatcha got?” Jake asked, fiddling with a toothpick from his last meal at the hospital.
     
    Mike took one look at Jake’s bruised face and asked, “Jesus, Jake. What the hell happened to you this time? ”
     
    Jake just waved it off, “It’s nothing, man. Our buddy the serial killer decided to pay me a social call last night is all. Stacey here tells me we got another lead. Fill me in.”
     
    Mike looked at Jake as if he had lost his mind, and led them over to a large, blood stained area. It looked like someone had sacrificed an animal right there on the sidewalk.
     
    “Looks like a good old-fashioned murder this time, Jake,” Mike said as he lifted his head in a thoughtful way. “Hmmmph. Never really thought I would actually be glad to see a murder for once.”
     
    Mike opened his eyes wide and shook his head, clearing the cobwebs. “Never mind. Anyway, a jogger this morning discovered the huge pool of blood and called the police. Someone else in a fishing boat down river here was coming up just as the boys arrived and shouted out that there was a body in the water just on the other side of the wall right about…here.”
     
    Mike walked over to the wall and looked down into the water below. “Not much water in the river this time of year, guys. The victim was a female, about eighteen years old. She probably struck the embankment more than anything. When the river rescue guys finally got here and pulled her up, it looked like she had several broken bones as well as stab marks all over her body. Looking at all that info, and considering the amount of blood