The police car stops in front of the two large glass doors of the New Scotland Yard. Gregory and Kendall exit the car and the two inspectors drive off nearly immediately. Kendal quickly jumps back with a scowl to avoid being splashed by kicked up mud.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQuXxKkzGGe
"Rude!"233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeNDd4gjHKR
"You know the morons can't help it." He chuckles getting the door. "Now come on."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQadK5GJnGw
Kendall walks in, barely ducking under his arm. Like usual, the Met was crowded and busy. She follows as Gregory walks up to the receptionist.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQkRDAoIYPC
"Hey Flora, Ian's in, right?" he asks.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5w29ABAEsK
"He's waiting in his office for you and Miss Bell." She nods, stapling a stack of papers.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkrck9QfD64
"Alright, thanks." He nods, tapping the counter as he steps away. Kendall walks quickly to keep up. They turn and walk down a long hallway of offices before Greg stops and knocks on one.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL555h7TnvM
"It's not locked," the police chief calls from inside.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1tm9nvU8EL
Gregory opens the door and Kendall follows him in.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi7gFLgAyUq
"Go ahead and take a seat. This isn't going to be one of those talk and run conversations," he says, turning from his computer.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjemRO5SyFi
"What did Greg do this time, Chief?" Kendall sighs.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJfSKdedzw7
Ian laughs, a deep baritone. "For once, not a thing."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVxe8b0lYih
"Told you so." He smirks, crossing his arms behind his head. "So what do you need, Ian?"233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRsrwu2X27v
Ian glances at his computer monitor before he stands from his desk. He is a sturdy, burly shaped man with short salt and pepper black hair. Tall, but still not as tall as Gregory. He gets the door. "I have a case for you, however let's walk and talk."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO8kaKknWOl
"Make up your mind, ol' chap. First you want us to sit, now to walk?"233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEBh8WUvNAQ
"You want the case or not, Harris?"233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqidUz55GtM
"He wants the case, sir." Kendall sighs, getting up.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKsmpGoWV8O
The chief nods and walks out. "You have heard about the riverside murders?"233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtD81ShtCPw
"I've heard of a lot of murders, Ian, you're going to have to narrow that down."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKwKjAECoVK
"The ones coming in from the Thames."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGIzVRgvpc5
"Ah yes, I have heard a thing or two about that one."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8axlsHJITU
Ian nods, and stands in front of the lift. "Fourth body was found early this morning right after the papers about the third went out." He pushes button. "I'll let the Dyes explain the way they were murdered. I'll meet you down there shortly, I need to find someone else first."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbxZOAyuaZ2
The lift opens with a ding and Kendall and Gregory step on. "We'll see you then, Ian." The door closes as the police chief walks away.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrMao98Cdeu
Kendall looks towards Gregory. "A fourth this morning? The criminal must be speeding up."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3NNqrBoFf
Greg nods slowly, looking at the lift door in thought. "I'm sure there is a further connection besides they each being dumped in the river. Setting only tells a part of the story, Kendall. But wherever they're being killed, it must be near the Thames."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO49ahXidlZ
"Maybe Daan or Amber will have more details..."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuUaIJQjxCl
"Probably."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrzoQWUTWO0
The lift opens with a ding and the two are met by a wall of blaring Eurodance music. Kendall covers her ears against the loudness as they step into the morgue.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMhWpQEpl1z
"DR. DYE?" Gregory shouts. "HELLO?"233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZDsbmE5xq8
The music stops abruptly and the two doctors look sheepishly around the corner. "Ah! Mr. Harris and Ms. Bell, McIntosh sent you down, ja?" Dr. Amber Dye chuckles. She's a slender woman with long blonde hair held back with an orange bow as bright as her personality and bright blue eyes. "You'll have to excuse the music, Daan's singing could raise the dead, you have to blare it to drown him out."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRys17ERq7x
"Hoi!" Dr. Daan Dye frowns. He's also slender built with short blond hair with dark rimmed glasses framing his blue eyes. "I wouldn't say it would be too bad if it were though." He then grins.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3W1PMLkQfv
"The chief said he'd be down here soon, too," Kendall says.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzDXACGmGD2
"I'm sure he will be eventually, but let's go ahead and get started, ja?"233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF6l0cr3SYU
Amber taps his shoulder. "I'll finish up that homicide autopsy while you show them our friends."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1sf3CDXbhN
"Still think it's going to turn out as a suicide, Amber, but you do that. I enjoy my steak cooked medium when you see I'm right."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9lvWtKTRCZ
"And I want lobster when you see that I am right after all. Now shoo! Show them the bodies, Liefje!" Amber swats at him before walking back to the other end of the room.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6PGiYJLgde
Daan rolls his eyes before walking over to the wall of drawers. He unhooks a clipboard from the first drawer handle and flips back a few pages on it. "Okay let's see....Four." He pulls out that slab and moves to the next. "Six....seven....and ten."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9eIveDe7I
On the metals slabs there are three men and one woman. Just looking at the surface, there is nothing very similar about the four to each other. One man is broad and fat and old, another is a black man of average height and build. The third man has a deep tan but bright red hair and freckles. The woman herself has a buzz cut and a long flower tattoo along her neck and arm.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrqmCUeuOn2
Gregory looks them over as Kendall pulls out her notepad and pen. "Care to tell us about the victims?"233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmmok1z2W1
Daan pushes his glasses up. "They each were fairly simple murders." He gestures to the old man. "Theodore Harrelson, age sixty-eight. His throat was slit as you can see here." He points to it with a gloved hand. "And there's evidence that he was smothered while he was bleeding out." He moves to the black man. "Fletcher Vance, age thirty-three. His blood showed signs of being heavily intoxicated at the time of death, but there were also high traces of arsenic.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTNQupi3eYO
"Victim three, Karl Moore, age twenty-one and an American. He also had his throat slit and another stab wound on his abdomen. Lastly, Janice Laurel, age forty. Blunt force trauma to her skull. The kind of imprint it left could have either been a club or perhaps the leg of a chair. She was this morning's new victim."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGz8xgSDaKE
Kendall nods as she takes notes. "Alright then, I'll grab Rufford and see if we can find out some more on their backgrounds." She clicks the pen closed and starts to walk away, but Gregory grabs her shoulder before she gets far.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYsqXa17ied
"Not yet, Kendall. I might need notes from when McIntosh gets his arse down here."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfBG8F0vrEz
"Why do you need me to take notes? You have the better handwriting and always complain you can't read mine," she huffs.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ02hXyzL6U7
Greg smirks with a half nod. "True, but I don't feel like taking them myself."233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZZrTxvzdxl
Kendall rolls her eyes and mumbles, "I'm not your secretary," as she takes out the pen once again.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDWYU9NMFky
Daan clears his throat, gesturing towards the other side of the room. "Feel free to wait for the chief anywhere you want. I'm going to see how Amber's autopsy is proceeding." He then walks away.
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