[Book 1 of ?]
A OneChicago FanFiction
People always referred to her as the princess, the person nobody could hate and the person everyone loved. Alyssa grew up in a normal family, father was a police officer and mom was a teacher. She had a brother...
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I had an appointment this morning with Dr. Charles. Since my shooting he has me coming into see him every week. After I was finished with Dr. Charles I had to head back to the district. I walked upstairs and I started basically running to person who I saw when I made it.
My arms were instantly around her, "I missed you."
She chuckled, "My sweet girl. How are you?" As she hugged me back.
"I'm good. Things are good. Still in some pain but I'm handling it good. Things with Kelly and I are good." I said smiling at her.
She smiled back, "We will talk later about everything."
I nodded and walked over to Adam, sitting on his desk.
"So, the first victim, Alice Whitlock, raped and murdered. Cause of death was blunt force trauma to the back of the skull. She was a nurse at Columbia Presbyterian. Second vic, Lisa Hoffman, she was raped and killed in the same fashion as Whitlock, but she was found completely burned in her own car along the Harlem River. Green nail polish was applied to both victims at some point during the crime. Debra McCulloch was last seen exiting a bar on 53rd and 3rd. She was a nurse at Mount Sinai. So, all three victims in New York, 2004. Witnesses were consistent. They all saw a man in medical clothing and his arm in a sling approaching these women." Olivia said as she pointed to the pictures on the board.
"The victim from here, she has green nail polish on?" Erin asks looking at the board.
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"Don't know yet." Olivia responded coming to stand next to me.
"Lab tech's gonna check when the doctor gives the okay, but there's no guarantees we'll find out either way. Her hands were severely burned. She was trying to cover her face." Dad said looking at me with a smile.
"Also, there was no DNA at either of the New York crime scenes." Olivia said after dad finished.
"Any theories why he stopped for ten years?" I asked getting up to go get a cup of coffee.
"Sadly, we don't know that he has." Olivia says as she sighs, "So our suspect is a male, white, 5'9", approximately 40 years old. He's either in the medical field or, obviously, posing as somebody who is. There's nothing physically distinctive about him. All the witnesses, again, were consistent. When they described him, they said that he was average-looking and normal."
