Could it be a woman? Detective Ray Michaels didn’t know what to think; the common denominator in both the Leonard Cabot and Anthony Whyte murders seemed to be a woman. From what he had read, that was rare. Serial killing had long been the domain of the Caucasian male, although possibly in the morally corrupt underworld, affirmative action was taking hold and giving non-Caucasian’s an opportunity to join their ranks. Ray put his feet up on his desk. He and Detective Bryan Stork had hit the pavement hard since the discovery of Anthony’s body, performing some old-fashioned police work. Much like with Leonard, they were able to track Anthony’s movements on his last day alive. Both had last been seen in a bar - Leonard at Tabby’s and Anthony at Connor’s - picking up or being picked up by a beautiful young woman with dark hair and eyes, which really didn’t narrow anything down. Unfortunately, both bars were popular enough that new faces really didn’t stand out, although she had been noticed more at Tabby’s than Connors, assuming it was the same woman; this woman, whoever she might be was only noticed by a few regulars until she set her sights on one man, and then realizing she wasn’t going to give them the time of day, their attentions wandered, looking for their own one-night stand.
