“m. Rokov had gone home well after midnight and fallen into bed exhausted. For eight days they’d been chasing leads and talking to all of Young’s clients. They’d walked the crime scene and the area around it until their feet ached. They’d revisited Diane’s sister. Spoken to neighbors. But there’d been no leads on their killer. Dr. Henson had found skin scrapings under the victim’s fingernails, but DNA results had yet to come back from the Commonwealth’s lab. He wasn’t holding his breath for a ...quick return. The backlog at the state lab was crushing, and even a high-priority case had weeks to wait. The call from uniformed patrol came just after six in the morning. His buzzing cell phone woke him up out of a sleep so sound it had been dreamless. Sitting up bolt straight, he checked his watch and snapped up his phone. “Rokov.” “It’s dispatch. Uniforms found the body of a young woman. She was killed like your victim.” His victim. He shoved out a breath and swung his legs over the side of his bed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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