Amanda Hendricks. Aged 24. Born April 1, 1994.

Officer Holmes examined the pictures and the file in front of her.

The woman they had found in the cemetery. Amanda...that was her name. Amanda was a student at UCLA, having gone back to school for her masters in teaching early childhood education.

She worked two part time jobs to pay for school, one at the campus library, and the other as an English tutor for those whose first language was not English.

She was on track to graduate in the upcoming two semesters, being that she loaded her plate with classes and excelled. She was the model student.

Her picture was taped neatly to the first page of the file and Holmes frowned.

She wondered what the man who murdered this woman felt that she had done to deserve it.

And who was going to be next.

She slowly perused the file once more, pulling out her notepad to jot down important points and names or locations.

Across from her at the desk, Lieutenant Saunders toyed with a pen between his fingers and tapped his free hand on the mahogany surface that separated them.

His eyes surveyed Holmes as she remained oblivious while looking for clues.

"Should we start with her jobs?" She asked. "Maybe we'll find something unusual."

This was when she raised her gaze and met his as he stared at her with an unreadable expression. "Yeah. Sounds good to me." Those were the words that left his mouth, but his mind was running wild with thoughts not pertaining to the case.

Thoughts pertaining to Officer Holmes. The reason why their last case didn't go well. His wedding band meant nothing to him at the moment, in fact, many people didn't even know he was married since he never wore his ring at work.

"Should we split up to cover both jobs at once? Or go together?" Officer Holmes asked.

Her gaze had returned to the file, but Saunders' gaze remained on her. He licked his lips and stopped tapping on his desk.

"Together. In case something happens." He spoke.

Really, he didn't care about the dead woman or the case. He cared about the woman sitting across from him and what things he'd do to her if she ever gave him the chance.

When the statement left his mouth, Holmes nodded and stood from her seat. She shut her notepad and headed for the door to his office as he stood from his seat and watched her walk.

He tucked his pistol away and attached his badge to his waistband before fixing his suit jacket over both items and carefully buttoning the bottom button alone.

Then he followed her out to the parking lot and to her designated car.

"Where to first?" He asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

"The campus library." Was the response.

UCLA campus library was huge. It rested on the east wing of the campus and this time of the day, about 4 in the afternoon, it was packed with students going to and fro.

Getting through the crowd was challenge enough and Officer Holmes reached for Saunders' hand to avoid being separated.

Once they entered the large building, Holmes led the way to a large desk resting in the center of the entrance way.

A woman sat behind the desk. She was a beautiful chocolate woman with her hair tied up. Her makeup was flawless and she had an air about her that said that she was not to be played with.

Her head was down when the two detectives approached her. A book sat on the desk where her eyes were fixed and she silently scanned the pages in front of her.

"Good afternoon." Detective Holmes greeted, making the woman look up at her.

"Good afternoon." The greeting came before her eyes actually met the two people in front of her and upon seeing Detective Holmes, she smiled. "Yesss, melanin popping." She grinned. "People don't be seeing the beauty in chocolate women no more." She sighed softly.

Holmes laughed softly. "This is true." She agreed. "However, we're here to ask about a woman who worked here. Her name was Amanda Hendricks. Did you know her?"

The woman's face fell. "What do you mean her name was Amanda? What's up?"

Lieutenant Saunders sighed. "She was um...murdered last evening. Did you know her?"

The woman nodded. "Amanda and I didn't really get along well after she started dating Devin." She spoke.

"And can we ask your name?" Saunders asked.

"Adrianna." Was the response. "Adrianna Hancock."

Officer Holmes took out her notepad and began to write as Saunders continued to speak.

"What did Amanda do here?" He asked.

Adrianna's gaze roamed the area around her. "She mostly stocked the shelves. Sometimes she'd be behind the desk and I'd stock to give her a break."

"So you and Amanda were just coworkers? Not friends at all?" Saunders rested his arm on the desk as he spoke.

Again, Amanda's gaze surveyed the room. "Yeah...well I mean, we were friends...once upon a time. But like I said, she started dating Devin and she stopped talking to me."

"Devin? Do you know what he looks like?" Saunders inquired.

Adrianna shook her head. "No. I never met him. I just heard of him. But she was head over heels for him."

"Did she ever mention a last name?"

Again, she shook her head. "No. But I imagine his number would be in her phone and maybe some pictures as well. Did you guys find her phone?"

Saunders' eyebrows furrowed. "This is an ongoing investigation and I'm not at liberty to say." He took a brief pause and tapped the desk where his arm rested. Uh...Would you happen to know where she lived?"

"She stayed here on campus. Out by the west wing I think...she has a roommate too...Ginger or something like that."

"Okay and about this Devin guy-" Saunders' next statement was cut off as a girl approached the desk.

"Can you help me find a book on Egyptian History?" She asked.

Adrianna nodded and stood from her seat. "Sorry guys, I'm still on the clock. Maybe we can finish talking some other time."

Officer Holmes watched the young woman lead the way toward the book requested as she closed her notepad.

"Off to the west wing of campus?" Saunders asked.

Holmes raised her gaze to him and pocketed her notepad. "That'd be beneficial. Maybe we should head to the information desk and find out who she tutored as well while we're here."

Saunders nodded in agreement and the two of them headed for the library doors, oblivious to the figure watching them from behind a nearby shelf as they pretended to look for a book.

Upon the exit of the two detectives, the figure made its way toward the history books to ask the librarian for help.

"I need a book on ancient torture techniques." They spoke calmly. "For Ethics class."

Adrianna nodded, thinking nothing of the strange request as she led the way to the far back of the library.

The far back of the area was isolated, even amongst the crowded room full of chatter. So when Adrianna was grabbed from behind, kicking and trying to scream, it went unheard.

And when she was dragged out the disabled emergency exit door to an awaiting car, it went unseen.