Harriet had just passed their new evidence over to lab and was now stood with the doctor who dealt with the bodies.
"So you found some roses, some pictures and a what?" He asked, pleasantly surprised at how quickly things were now moving in this case – as were most of the staff that were dealing with it. They had made a massive break through and even though the killer wasn't there, Harriet knew they were close.
"A condom. A used condom." She told the doctor for the third time. "I need to know if the DNA on it matches any of our women, or if any of them showed signs of forced entry."
"No forced entry. I don't think four out of five of them had intercourse in the few days before their death, let alone anything else." He replied, moving across to his paper file and pulling out his findings.
"Four out of five? Who is the fifth?"
"Anna Merchant. She had been involved in some form of activity before her death but it wasn't forced. She wanted whatever happened."
"How can you tell?" Harriet had always wondered how they could tell all of this information just by looking at their bodies.
"Bodies tell us a tale, Harriet. Just because these women were beaten on the outside, doesn't mean the innards won't tell us anything either." Harriet scrunched up her nose and groaned. She was put off her dinner now. The doctor just laughed and continued. "Anna Merchant was the only one, Detective King."
"Can you do me a favour?" Harriet felt her cheeks redden at this request. "Can you double check her fingernails?"
"Fingernails? I've already looked over them once, there was no damage there."
"No, scrape underneath and see what you find." Harriet made a claw with her hand and dragged it downwards. The Doctors eyes went wide.
"Oh. OH! I see. Yes, I'll do that right away."
"Brilliant, thank you. Let me know what you find. It might match the DNA inside the condom." Harriet laughed as she walked away. This case was just getting stranger by the day.
***
The vibration of her phone caused Harriet to look up from her salad. It was a message from Patrick.
'Hello Harriet. Did you catch your killer? I hope you are okay.' She smiled at his concern for her, and then typed out her reply.
'No, not today. I have a feeling we are close.'
'You are probably closer than you realise. I can't get you off my mind.' Harriet giggled like a little schoolgirl and Zara raised an eyebrow. Harriet waved her off and with a mouthful of lettuce, she sat typing away.
'How sweet, thank you. Has anyone ever told you how much of a gentleman you are?'
'Why thank you Harriet, that is very kind of you. How about we meet for dinner tonight? No drinking, I promise.'
Harriet replied quickly and organised to see him at seven o'clock that night and hummed as she thought about the second date with this gorgeous man who seemed to be totally head over heels for her. She felt so lucky, even though things weren't really going her way, not if you really sit and think about.
A crazy murderer was on the loose, killing women who supposedly didn't want anything else to do with him after one date. Harriet was lead detective on the case and it had taken ten weeks just to get this far. Her partner, who she claimed was her soul mate, died tragically possibly also at the hands of this murderer. She had no family around her. And she'd resorted to online dating to bag herself a bloke. Does this sound lucky to you?
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Mystery / Thriller"Get off me!" She screamed, hot tears running tracks on her cheeks again. Her make-up had, without a doubt, smudged and her hair was probably a tangled mess on her head but she didn't care. All she wanted was to get out of this. More importantly, sh...
