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Serial Killer (4)

"Thanks for saving me." Caleb was a little shaken up. As a newbie, there were a lot of things he hadn't experienced. Explosions were one of them.

"You're welcome, but I am partly at fault. I should've been more careful..."

He looked over at the hole where the camera once was. It was 6 inches wide and went through the trunk of the tree. There were scorch marks around the rim of the circle. The smell of burnt wood filled the air.

[I apologize. I wasn't careful, but I was able to track a signal. I will give you the details when you are done here.]

'Thanks, System. I will take a look at it later.'

"Sir! We picked up all the pieces." A man had said. He was on the forensics team.

"Good job. Take it back to the lab. We probably won't be able to get what kind of camera it was, but it won't hurt to check the material it's made of. Also, we should swab the newly made hole for residue."

"Yes sir!"

"Myles, we got a call from Dr. Hendrick," Caleb said as he looked worried.

"Eh? What happened?"

"They found something in the victim's stomach..."

****

Grey and Caleb arrived at the morgue. When they got inside the room, Dr. Reynolds was eating a sandwich while looking over Dr. Hendrick's shoulder, looking at the victim's stomach.

The victim this time was a male who was in his late 40s. He was a bit older than the other victims that they had looked at. He was bald but had nice and thick eyebrows. He was on the wider side, with a beer gut. He was 5'6, but one of his legs was shorter than the other, maybe from a hip displacement that had never been addressed. All in all, he looked like a typical alcoholic dad.

Caleb looked at Dr. Reynolds, shocked and disgusted. "How are you eating in here while looking at a cut open body?"

Dr. Reynolds looked over at Caleb, and paused for a brief moment, before finally shrugging. "When you gotta eat, you eat."

"Caleb, after a while, you get desensitized. This is normal for these weirdos." Grey shrugged as he patted Caleb's shoulder.

"You are also included in that category of weirdos, Myles, as you had also eaten a sandwich while I was giving you an explanation next to a body." Dr. Hendrick looked up, slightly offended that he was called a weirdo by another weirdo.

"I was running late and hadn't eaten all day. You have no right to judge me."

"Stop messing around you two and get back to work."

To Caleb, the younger Dr. Reynolds looked like the father of two overgrown kids.

"So you know how to disrespect your seniors now, huh?" Dr. Hendrick pulled on Dr. Reynolds' cheeks. He stretched them out with an aggrieved look on his face.

"Dr. Hendrick, leave Dr. Reynolds' face alone." Grey quickly took those hands off of his husband's cheeks. He hadn't even gotten the chance to touch them nonetheless let someone else touch them!

"I'm being teamed up on! I thought you were on my sideee∼" Dr. Hendrick fake-cried as he clung on to Grey.

"Ignoring this old doctor, we called you here to tell you we found something very concerning in the 4th victim's stomach."

"His stomach? What did he have? Someone's finger or something in his stomach?"

Dr. Reynolds was surprised at Greys' intuition. "Yes, actually. We have someone's finger, but running through fingerprints, the finger belonged to a victim across the country. It was a teenager who didn't even reach the age of 18. They don't know who the killer is and are still looking. We contacted the police department over in J city, where she was found, and they said that she was missing 4 of her fingers. We found one."