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When Detective Holmes and Lieutenant Saunders arrived at the scene, there were already a few police cars and the Forensic unit truck.

The entire home was taped off, and there was an indistinct noise of chatter, stemming from the many different conversations that were had all over.

The Captain stood outside the front door, which was left wide open, talking to another officer. "I guess we can rule out Mr. Roberts." He sighed, referring to the man who'd found Amanda's body at the cemetery. "We still have him at the precinct for questioning."

He turned and faced the home with another sigh, running a hand down his face. Holmes and Saunders made their way to him and Holmes allowed her gaze to wander to the home.

It was a two-story home with old, chipping white paint. It was obvious that the home had stood on the property for a while, being that each time an officer walked in or out, there was the obvious creaking of wood. All of the windows were boarded, indicating that this was not a home that anyone occupied anymore.

"Again?" Saunders asked, shoving a hand into his pocket.

The Captain nodded. "Yes. Again." He dropped his hand at his side. "We've got to move quicker and stop this man."

Angela looked at the Captain. "Maybe we can call-"

He cut her off. "No. August lost his badge for a reason." He snapped.

"Well who was the victim this time? Maybe there's-" Saunders started.

"A pattern. A common variable. Something to tell us who he could possibly target next." Holmes completed the statement and Saunders nodded.

"Exactly." He turned his gaze to the Captain. "Do we have an ID on the victim?"

The Captain shook his head. "Not yet. She's inside in the bedroom if you want to take a look at the scene."

The two detectives nodded and then Holmes followed Saunders into the old farmhouse. They ascended the stairs, entering the bedroom the Captain mentioned.

"Oh my..." Holmes covered her mouth, glancing over at Saunders who had his brows furrowed with a frown on his face.

"Adrianna Hancock." Saunders spoke.

He cast a glance at Holmes and looked at the young woman once more.

"We just talked to her..." Angela spoke.

Julie glanced over at the two. "You know her?"

"We spoke to her. She knew Amanda." Saunders explained.

Detective Holmes continued to stare at the woman until her eyes fell on something clutched tightly in the woman's hand.

It was a note...just like the one Amanda held.

She walked over, tugging it from the girl's hand and glancing at Saunders and Julie as she unfolded it.

Neither of them said a word, remembering just as she had, the note from before.

Coming here was step number 1

Still our game is hardly done

For the next, you'll have to think

For she's left near some things pink

Find her and near a tree...

You will find note number 3

With furrowed brows, Detective Holmes reread the note, aloud this time.

Saunders' expression morphed unto one of confusion as well and he walked over, glancing over her shoulder from behind to read the note as she read it once more.

"What does this mean?" He asked.

Holmes shook her head. "I-I don't know." Then, as if a light bulb went off, her eyes went wide and she turned to the girl once more before turning back to Saunders. "But I know who would know."

—-

Abigail Hinks...Abby for short.

A 5' 5", chocolate colored farm girl. Born April 3, 1994.

24 years of age.

Victim number 3...

Found dead just hours after the note Holmes received and read. She was found near a pig pen..or rather, what used to be a pig pen. It was on the same farm where victim #2, Adrianna Hancock, grew up.

Her mouth had been slit, ear to ear, and then stitched back...just like the rest. Her tongue was missing, just like the rest. Her eyes were stitched shut. And tagged across her stomach...THE LEO.

Just like all the rest.

With her, a note.

For finding this you deserve applause

Of course first, you need a cause

As to why this woman is here

Let's say for now, the clues are near

The answer will come later in our little game,

And it'll all stem from one name

For now, let us continue

Number 4 is in a venue

Where you would go for a deep tissue...

—-

Amelia Hale...Victim number 4.

Height: 5 feet, 5 inches tall

Born: April 4, 1994

24 years of age.

Found just as all the others, mouth and eyes stitch shut, tongue missing....THE LEO tagged across her fair chocolate complexion.

She was found in a spa, the same spa that Abby frequented. And as usual, a note.

You seem to have gotten in the spirit

Here's a clue, I hope you hear it

Number 5...

Oops, she just took a dive

—-

Ashley Hill... Victim #5

Born: April 5, 1994

Age: 24

Found in a community pool.

Next is number 6

In a place where you find sticks

—-

Deep in the woods of Los Angeles, just as note number five said, was a dead girl awaiting the police.

When Detective Holmes and Lieutenant Saunders arrived at the scene, police tape had already been laid surrounding the wooded area.

Holmes held a coffee on her hand from a not-so-nearby gas station.. an effort to stay awake in the midst of the chaos. She'd slept a total of four hours the entire week, spending every waking hour on this case, trying to catch the man dubbed "The LEO." But this man was smart and he seemed to be a good mile ahead of the LAPD.

Saunders carried the same tired expression, also nursing a coffee as he eyed the body.

Victim number 6, and it hadn't even been two weeks. It seemed now a new body appeared everyday. The victim?

Amani Holinday...5'5"

24 years of age...born April 6,1994.

Clutches in her closed fist....note number 6.

There's no way you'll miss number 7

She's in a place that connects us to heaven

Detective Angela Holmes sighed softly and handed the note to her partner to be read.

He sighed as well after scanning the small note. "This has got to stop." He mumbled as he shook his head.

Holmes glanced over at him. "I agree." She mumbled as she watched Julie examine the body. "We've got to find this man."

"But how?" Saunders questioned. "By the time we decrypt each note, the next one has already been killed."

Holmes glanced at him and a small smirk made its way onto her face. "I know just the man to help us."

—-

Audrey Holloway cowered in fear as the man approached her in the darkness.

"W-What are you g-g-gonna do to me?" She asked him ima voice barely above a whisper.

He just flashed her a sinister smile, allowing all of his teeth to be viewed. "You're number seven." He told her.


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