The Black Ravens

The Woman in Black

Chief Hawkins sat in his office, surrounded by stacks of files and reports. He glanced up at the clock on his wall, noting that Agent Chris Williams was due to arrive any minute. Hawkins had been poring over old case files for the past week, convinced that there was a link between two cases from two years ago. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important there, and he was eager to discuss his findings with Williams.

As if on cue, there was a knock on Hawkins' door. He called out, "Come in," and Williams entered the room, looking sharp in his suit and tie.

"Chief Hawkins," Williams greeted him, taking a seat across from the chief's desk. "What can I do for you?"

Hawkins wasted no time getting to the point. "I've been looking through some old case files, and I think I've found something. Take a look." He handed Williams a file folder, indicating for him to open it.

Williams furrowed his brow as he began to read through the reports. "These cases are from two years ago," he said, looking up at Hawkins. "What makes you think they're connected?"

Hawkins leaned forward; his eyes intense. "There are some striking similarities between the two cases. Both victims were young women, both were found strangled in similar locations, and both had similar bruises on their bodies."

Williams nodded slowly, taking in the information. "Okay, I can see why you think there might be a link. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to work with me on this," Hawkins said firmly. "I know it's a long shot, but I can't shake the feeling that we missed something the first time around. And if there is a connection between these cases, we need to catch this guy before he strikes again."

Williams nodded again; his expression serious. "I'm with you, Chief. Let's see what we can find."

Hawkins smiled grimly, feeling a sense of relief that Williams was on board. He had a hunch that this was going to be a tough case, but with Williams by his side, he felt like they could take on anything.

Chief Hawkins sat at his desk, his forehead furrowed in frustration. He had been pouring over the evidence in the case for hours, but nothing seemed to make sense. Every lead they had followed had turned up a dead end. He was about to give up when Agent Chris Williams walked into the room.

"Chief, any luck?" Williams asked, taking a seat across from Hawkins.

Hawkins sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. "No, Chris, I can't make heads or tails of any of this. Everything we find seems to lead to another dead end."

Williams leaned forward, looking at Hawkins with concern. "What do you want to do, Chief?"

Hawkins sat up straight, an idea suddenly occurring to him. "Chris, I want you to send a blank piece of paper to this address." He handed Williams a slip of paper with a name and address on it.

Williams raised an eyebrow. "A blank piece of paper? What for?"

Hawkins explained, "I think someone's been trying to communicate with us in code. And I have a feeling that if we send a blank piece of paper to this address, it will trigger a response. It's a long shot, but I don't know what else to do."

Williams nodded slowly, taking the slip of paper from Hawkins. "Okay, I'll take care of it. But Chief, are you sure this is going to work?"

Hawkins shrugged. "I don't know, Chris. It's a long shot as I said. But at this point, I'm willing to try anything."

Williams nodded again, then stood up. "I'll take care of it right away."

As Williams left the room, Hawkins sat back in his chair, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew it was a risky move, but he had a hunch that it was the right one. All they could do now was wait and see if their hunch paid off.