Kari

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Kari

"Detective Turner" I spoke as I swiftly walked into the conference room with my briefcase in hand "Detective" Turner nodded with a small smile

"Okay Gentlemen, we have 32 year old male"

"Caucasian, about 5'11, and found dead at a bar alley"

"We have two other files of the same cause of death and same scenery" One of my colleagues spoke up "Suffocation and left dead in a alley"

"How far apart?" I asked as I pinned the two other connections to our board "A month apart each" He laid the files out on the table I took a look

"Okay suffocation is cause of death, any marks or signs of struggle?" I asked taking a seat at the table "There are marks of a rope or shoelace" Detective Turner spoke up I nodded "Most likely shoelace, sounds like we're dealing with a female"

The rest of my colleagues began to write down notes "Shoelace is something easy to put into a pocket and pull out when it's time to for her to kill or maybe even a small rope"

"Most likely going after victims that are so drunk they don't even know who they are talk to or where they are at"

"What's are the possible characteristics of the suspect Detective?" Turner asked I sat back in my seat thinking tapping my pen on my lips

"female, age 30 through 35" All my colleagues nodded writing down everything I said

"caucasian, about 5'7 to 5'10"

"She most likely attacking men her same height" They all nodded "Alright let's start talking to the victims families to gain more details about the suspect's routine" I stood up everybody stood up scrambling out the room to get to work

"Lead Detective" I heard a familiar voice I turned around quickly seeing Kareem "Hmm, can't get enough of me Kareem?" I smirked tilting my head he laughed as I looked over more files

"The feeling is mutual" he chuckled taking a seat I rolled my eyes "I don't know about that Kareem, it's very unprofessional for me to have you at my job"

"Not unprofessional when I'm the lead detective on this case" He smirked taking a look at one of the files "Excuse me" I frowned looking up from my files at him

"FBI" he pulled out his badge smoothly showing me as he continued to look over the file I stood there stunned and pissed this was my case I didn't need the FBI's help

at.all.

"When the hell did you work for the FBI" I asked a frown still planted on my face "The last year of my contract with the Navy" He continued to keep his attention on the files

"Graduated with a masters in criminal justices" he continued answering my next question before it could even leave my mouth "currently in school for my bachelors in psychology"

"Would you like to know anything else Ms. Davis" Kareem smirked looking up at me I squinted my eyes at him "I'm working my ass off to get to the FBI and you do what, four years of schooling?"

"I was in the Navy ma" he looked down at the files again "That looks spectacular on a resume" I scoffed

"And your masters?" I asked "In four years not even possible" I shook my head I seen his smirk as he continued to read the next file "Taking extra classes and giving your absolute life to school yeah it's possible" he looked up at me

"Alright looks like we are dealing with a female serial killer that's seem to be taking her childhood trauma out on men that resemble her father" He stood up giving a full profile on the suspect