The pavement is wet. The early morning rain cannot wash the sins of a city away; especially the sins that resulted in the murder of Jamie West. Jim stood over the body of his former college lover. For the first time in this whole ordeal he felt sick to his stomach.
"Her neck is broken," the ME reported, "but that's not how she died. "
"Look here," she continued, "finger marks around her neck, she was strangled. And the crazy thing about it is, she didn't fight back. There are no signs of any struggle."
"Hmm."
"I talked to the neighbors," Ieasha said, "She said she brought a date home yesterday afternoon. A woman. The two were obviously very close. They closed the door and no one saw her until...well, not until now."
"Follow me," Jim ordered.
They walked into a coffee shop, sat down and ordered a drink.
"Did they find another mark on her?"
"The investigation is still preliminary, but no, not yet. Jim what is this all about?"
"I knew her; in college. We were together."
"Oh my god."
"I know. Janet, I thought, was a coincidence. Where do we go from here?"
"We work the case. Did the two ever have contact? Ever meet?"
"Jamie was at our wedding. She didn't even stay long. We hadn't spoken since I don't know how long."
Jim hears his radio crackle.
"This is 7c17, go."
"Jim this Dan down at the scene. You should get back down here."
The two partners start to leave. "Do me a favor, Esha, keep the connection between us, for just a bit."
Ieasha nods in agreement.
They arrive at the scene with the ME waiting for them.
"We found these when we lifted her up."
On Jamie's naked rear was the Roman numeral '2' carved into her flesh...
"Jade hun, come back to bed."
Shan lay on her back, her head turned toward the bathroom into which her lover had disappeared. The sides of her tits are visible as she lies on her stomach, the sheet pulled down far enough that the crack of her ass is exposed.
"Ready for me already?" a sultry voice calls from the bathroom.
"Oh, absolutely. I only have another hour or so till I have to be in court, so come back to me!" Shan rolls onto her back, looks at her watch, and then she glances at her suit stored neatly over the chair. "Come on, hun!"
Jade emerges from the bathroom, wearing only a green thong. In her hands she holds a burning candle and a bottle of red wine. "Ready to play sweetie?"
Shan rolls over, resting her head in her hands, her elbow on the mattress to support her body. Her large breasts are revealed, complete with soft, pink, velvety nipples. The top of her bald mound has also come into view. "For the last six weeks, hun, I have always been ready to play."
Jade walks to the side of the bed. Their bodies are strangely identical, the only major difference being the color of Jade's hair. As opposed to Shan's long blondish locks, Jade has short jet-black hair worn in a spiky concoction.