Possibly…

A couple days had passed, and the only thing that changed was one more woman being reported missing. The only evidence found? A purse with her belongings along with her phone inside, but also her panties seemingly ruined with, uh… well, you can imagine.

“Sir! You’re gonna want to hear this!” An excited Tony burst into Greg’s office. The office was dimly lit, a distinct smell of cigars and bourbon clung to the air, both things that weren’t allowed. It was more akin to a speakeasy rather than an office if you saw it, a fact made even more prominent by Greg pouring himself a whiskey. Tony slammed the door closed. “Um, sir? Drinking on the job?”

Giving Tony a look that said “don’t ask,” he kept pouring his drink and then followed up with another look that said “what do you got?” Tony folded his arms across his chest and gave him a devilish smile. Right as Greg downed the shot of whiskey, Tony speaks up, “One of the women turned up.”

Greg spit out his freshly poured whiskey. He looked over at Tony who was trying, and failing, to not laugh. “When we heard about her sudden appearance we sent a team who apprehended her. She’s on her way here now.”

“What? These women go missing for weeks and in some cases months! Then suddenly one shows up out of the blue?” Greg is still in disbelief, he didn’t want to get hopeful just yet. This case had gone been a shit show the entire time, not a single step forward it seemed. So why now? But more importantly, “Who was it?!”

There was a long pause, and for a moment Greg thought maybe Tony hadn’t heard him, but just before he repeated himself Tony finally said, “Remember that evidence you tampered with?” There was a slyness in his voice, a sense of teasing, but I knew exactly who he was talking about…

“Kenzie…” His mind drifted to the polaroid, and agin he could hear the soft whisper of that word written on the front. “…obey.” He wasn’t sure if he mumbled it to himself or if he was starting to hear things.

“Exactly, she was found completely naked running into a gas station asking for help completely naked. The only thing she was wearing was ruined mascara, and according to eye witnesses, a full body bukkake.”

Greg humphed but didn’t say another word. He looked at Tony as he absorbed this information. Seems this case WAS sexual in nature, as he suspected, and not just murders or something. This new information opened more questions than answers though. Why now? How did she get away? How big was this group? How long until this group noticed? Could we catch them here? Why only one woman? But more than anything there was one thing burning in the back of his head… How does the polaroid play into this?

“What are you thinking Boss?” Tony asked. Greg stood there with the rest of his whiskey in his glass—there wasn’t much left—in one sip he drank the rest.

“I’m thinking this could be our big break through.” He put the glass back into its place in a drawer, and then, “It’s time we start chasing these guys who have been running circles around us.”