Prologue:

"We need someone to profile this guy." Captain Joseph Hanna stated from behind this desk. A man in a charcoal gray suit squared up to him.

"I have been doing that, sir. I'm close to an ID." His tone was somewhat frustrated with a touch of annoyance.

"You've been saying that for weeks. This wackjob has killed six women. Don't think he'll slow down just because you can't get a fix on him." Hanna rubbed the back of his neck. This was getting him nowhere except straight for another migraine.

"I didn't mean- "His attempt to make an excuse was cut off by a knock at the door.

"Captain, I don't mean to interrupt but we got another one. "A detective stepped in the office. Hanna exhaled sharply. "Call Eames."

The detective nodded. "Yes, sir."