By: Nicole P.
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
Lead in: Malcolm had just walked away from Daniella, the woman he arrested earlier. He meets up with Larson, the medical examiner who has been working with him on a serial homicide case and gives Malcolm an update.
“I just discovered a possible suspect.”
“Who is it this time?” Malcolm voiced without a trace of emotion. They’d been down this road before. Had followed leads that took them on one wild goose chase after another that always led to a dead end. With each hope-busted failure, the guilt weighed on his shoulders a little more than the last. Sometimes it seemed like Malcolm could feel the deceased victims’ disappointment in his lack of success and sense the killer’s laughing at his incompetence. It always ate at him day in and out until he felt like going mad. No, this time he wasn’t going to get his hopes up until there was concrete evidence behind it.
“Follow me to my lab, Mr. Bright Rays of Sunshine, and I’ll explain.” Larson turned and headed in the opposite direction Malcolm had been going. When they entered the lab, Larson walked to his desk and grabbed some papers. Flipping through a few, he pulled out one and handed it to Malcolm. On it, were a bunch of numbers and colorful spikes that made absolutely no sense to him.
“What is this, Larson?” Malcolm waved around the sheet of paper.
“It’s the DNA profile of the strands of hair we found.”
“Okay. And why am I looking at this?”
“I’m getting to that.” Larson leaned against his desk and crossed his arms. “So, do you remember how I told you I wasn’t able to find a match from the hairs in the criminal database because it was possible our murderer didn’t have any priors? Or just hadn’t been caught?” When Malcolm nodded, Larson continued. “So I decided to check other databases in order to determine if there was something there.”
“I’m guessing there was?”
“Ding ding ding. You are correct, sir. And after some long hours of non-stop searching, coffee binging and hair pulling, there was a match in one of the genealogy databases I ran.”
“Okay, so who do the hairs belong to?”
Larson picked up another sheet off his desk and stared down at it. “Our possible murder suspect is this woman.”
“Woman?” Malcolm asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. All these years he’d envisioned someone ruthless to be behind the mask of those grotesque killings. Not someone…dainty.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover, Malcolm,” Larson said as if reading his thoughts. “Women can be just as vicious as or worse than men. Only difference is that they do it in heels, which I think is the root of their evilness. ”
“Right. Sorry.” Larson shook his head before handing the paper over to Malcolm. “That’s her name and driver’s license picture right there. The suspect is a Miss Daniella Montgomery.”
“What?” Malcolm quickly glanced down at the paper and sure enough a picture of the beautiful woman who hadn’t left his thoughts –that was in the lobby waiting for him to release her –was staring back at him.