serial killer ; lrh+afi ✓

on a warpath

Luke and Calum had worked all night trying to find out who the messages on the girls phone were from, but it was a a prepaid phone and was practically untraceable.

Luke sighed and put his head in his hands.

"I thought we were so close to catching them. I thought maybe this could end," Luke said to no one in particular.

"If we just keep trying, something will work out. We will find them and get justice for the families who lost their loved ones, Luke. You've gotta believe that we can," Calum burst out.

"You're right, Hood. Let's see if the autopsy report has revealed anything new," Luke replied.

He looked though the papers on his desk and found the report.

He sighed heavily when he saw that nothing new had been found.

"Go home and get some rest, Hemmings. We can search for more evidence tomorrow," Calum said before grabbing his coat.

"C'mon, I'll walk you out," he added.

"Alright, just let me grab my coat."

Luke goes to grab his jacket and the last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his head.