The Crime - Chapter Two

Chapter Two:

 I woke to the sound of screaming engines from fire trucks roaring to their next site. Most likely the old bailey wheat factory. It had been a famous place for teenage gangs to participate in arson. It made em high, like a hulusonagenic drug. Me, myself, I couldn't see how setting a building on fire could turn you on. Make you a man. Make you worthy of joining a murderous gang. Even though I am a woman, doesn't mean I don't have any idea of hardship and working for a living.

I rolled over with an undertone grunt and glared at my alarm clock trying to make a clear time with my blurry morning vision. 3:28am....great, twas only 5 hours ago I helped take victim 16 of the new york rapist, aka "Louise Banks", to the police station and file a report. The rape we sent to the forensic lab and returned back negative, but with trace amounts of lubricant most likely from a water based condom.

Brian Phelps, Chiefs executive of the new york forensic laboratory, and my dear friend would most likely be up at this hour, trying to trace the source of lubricant ingredients, hopefully to pinpoint the brand of condom used on the victim. It was a long shot, but would be something important to add to the case at hand.