Bruce handed me his tablet. “Results on the knife forensics are back.”
This was the first murder that we were in town for. We oversaw the investigation of the entire thing. We got lucky, I think. The killer got sloppy and left the murder weapon behind. I didn’t really expect to find fingerprints on it, a killer like this likely wore gloves, but maybe we could track it back to its owner somehow.
“There are fingerprints,” I said, honestly surprised.
“Yeah. No match.”
“Not even DMV matches. That’s unusual.”
“It fits our theory about the minor.”
“The blood is muskrat blood?”
“Yeah. Fits our theory as well. But look some more.”
“Only muskrat blood.”
“Yeah. I don’t think that is the murder weapon. It belonged to someone else.”
“So, we’re closer to solving the case of The Muskrat Killer, but no closer to catching the actual serial killer.”
“Looks that way.”
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Little Angel
Short StoryA town is terrorized by a serial killer. A young boy might know something about it.
