A New File

"Okay guys, settle down," the chief said. The room full of law enforcement quieted. The coroner went up to the podium.

"One week ago, we recovered the remains of one Deborah Burns." The coroner explained simply. "Contusion on the head, likely caused by a crowbar. Ligature marks on the neck from strangulation thereafter. On the sole of her foot, a knife carved the number 1 in her skin."

He coughed as the officers reviewed the photos. "Last night, we recovered the remains of Rachel Wallace. Similar contusion, similar ligature marks. The number 2 is carved into her foot."

"What's with the big K tattooed on her ass?"

"That mark is associated with Keon Black, the big pimp in this area. Folks, we have evidence here of a killer preying on sex workers."

"Who cares?" Carlos Moreno, Luis's partner, asked. "They are contributing to the problems, not helping."

"Stow it Carlos. In fact, since Keon's organization is a black box, our last vice raids failed so bad the sex workers won't even talk to us, and you're coming off a state award for your good work, you and Luis can take this on."