Chapter 3 Kim vs. The missing DNA

*Kimberly*

"Mr Davies you are free to go for now. But we might need to talk to you again, so we would appreciate you staying in town, at least for a couple of days". Chris says, looking a bit annoyed.

Noah gets up. Shaking both our hands. "No problem. I am filming here for at least another 3 months. So no plans of leaving any time soon".

"Good. We'll call you if we have any more questions. And please call us if you remember anything however insignificant it seems". I tell him with a smile.

Chris adds. "And stay out of trouble".

We watch him walk out of the building, a distinguished confidence to his steps. I am not sure what to think. Normally I am very good at reading people. Noah seems very much like a perfect gentleman, but I have a feeling that there is more to him under the glossy facade. I just isn't sure what it is and if it is good or bad.

*Noah*

When I get outside I pull out my phone and call Lucas, asking if he can come pick me up. We are shooting a movie together. It is easiest and I might avoid some of the awkward questions it could cause if I take a cab.

It doesn't take long before Lucas pulls into the curve and I jump into the passenger seat. Lucas looks at me. "Not to be nosy. But what were you doing at the FBI office for violent crimes ?"

"Do you remember my date last night ? Judith. Apparently she went home to get raped and choked to death. They wanted to ask me some questions logically". I answer.

Lucas looks utterly shocked. "Shit ! How are you holding up ? That has to be scary to get pulled in and questioned like that. I'm sorry you had to go through that ".

"Thanks. But I am okay. I mean I feel terribly sorry for her and her family. But I had only just met her and well there was never going to be a second date. I almost feel bad for not feeling worse". I say, making a face trying to convey my feelings.

Lucas pulls out into traffic. "Well I kind of get you. Not to speak ill of the dead, but she was kind of annoying honestly".

"Lucas !" I look shocked, but then I sigh kind of in defeat and roll my eyes. "Yeah you are right, I actually don't know why I asked her out in the first place".

"Well she looked like an easy score". Lucas says chuckling, making me roll my eyes again. If it had been about that I could have easily fucked her, I have no doubt about that.

I actually didn't like having to lie in there, but I couldn't very well tell them where I had gone after the party and what I had been doing there.

"Thank you for picking me up, Lucas. I just hope this is over and done with". I say as we pull up in front of the house.

Lucas shrugs and smiles. "No problem Noah. You know I always got your back, of course I am there if you need me. I cross my fingers that this will be the last you hear of it".

*Kimberly*

I am down in the morgue helping their forensic pathologist Dr. Rusty Nails, who always introduces himself by assuring people that yes, it actually is his real name.

I have watched him go through all the procedures that is done when we have a murder victim on our hands. Helping him when needed. Hoping to find something that can help identify the killer.

There isn't much to work with regarding the body. The murder had drenched it in bleach making all foreign DNA unusable. I sigh, we are dealing with someone smart here.

The way it was done makes me fear that this won't be the last body. It doesn't really seem like a crime of passion, more like the work of a psycho serial killer. Especially the missing nipple, it seems like the killer either kept a souvenir or had himself a rather disgusting snack, the idea makes my stomach churn.

I walk back up to where Chris has been looking through all the interviews with the neighbours. I sit down with a sigh. "No DNA or prints, he really did a job on her with the bleach. Any luck with the neighbours ?"

"Nope, no one saw or heard a damn thing. My money is on Mr. Davies. She clearly let her killer in, there is no forced entry and no fighting. And he is the only suspect. Also I got a feeling he was hiding something". Chris says, leaning back in his chair, folding his large hands behind his head.

I nod. "He didn't seem the type, but well they hardly ever do. Unfortunately we have absolutely nothing to charge him with. If nothing else shows up we have no case. We need to talk to people at the party. See if anyone there saw anything".

"Yeah you're right. I got someone to get a list of who was there and to question everyone. If someone seems interesting we call them in for an interview". Chris says, grabbing his phone. We need to get a move on this case before the trails start going cold.