When Barb opened the door, she was slightly taken aback by the dishevelled woman she saw. Two weeks of non-stop body finding had not been kind to Detective Hale, and the bags under her eyes could have been mistaken for bruising. She ran a hand through her lank hair and pushed past Barb into the small motel room, where...

An involuntary shiver caught Barb by surprise, and she swallowed hard. There was no offer of hot coffee, no comforting word to support her. The interrogation room was empty, but the wall to wall mirror facing her gave the impression that someone was watching her. She rubbed the sore side of her face. The night had...

It wasn't the worse body dump that DI Carter had investigated, but it still turned his stomach. An open street dump at a busy time was very high risk. The girl was no older than 18; pretty, with blonde hair that retained it's purity and innocence despite being stained with blood. Carter reached out a latex gloved hand and...