No identification for the victim meant our search for a possible suspect had drawn to an infuriating halt. Yet another case to add to the backlog of open murders. Hopefully, this one wouldn’t turn out to be anything like the Slasherazzi case. One psycho running loose was one too many, and two was just a nightmare waiting for the papers to pick up and run away with. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove home, the wind blowing through my hair and taking my worries with it. After all, I’d promised Vince that I wasn’t going to spend my whole day focusing on work. Tonight was going to be about us, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to give him every ounce of my attention. I made it home with half an hour to spare and quickly jumped in the shower. After drying myself off, I pulled on a pair of black slacks and dress shoes. Then I went into the kitchen to pick a clean brown and purple pinstriped shirt from the back of a chair, which I quickly pulled on, followed by a tailored suit jacket.
