She’s in all the databases, on all the websites, and her DNA profile has gone to CODIS.” Liska sighed and arched a brow at her partner. “What do you know?” They sat in their cubicle sharing Chinese takeout. Their shift had ended hours before. Neither of them was on call. They could have been home doing whatever so-called normal people did in the evening. Instead, they were at the office, trying to squeeze blood from a stone. “I know that a twenty-one-year-old girl named Melissa Romey went missing from Oktoberfest in Milwaukee,” Kovac said, dipping his fork into the moo goo. “I know that her body was found along a highway outside Omaha on Halloween. She’d been raped and bludgeoned to death. It took eight weeks to put the name to the body. I know that the body of a young woman was found Thanksgiving weekend near Moline, Illinois. She has yet to be identified.” “How was she killed?” “Stabbed in the chest and throat.
