I look up to see Alex calling for me. "Frankie!" She yells to me. How long had I been staring at those pictures? I turn toward her after hearing my name a second time. "Yeah. What's-" she pulls me into the sanitation room, I wash my hands quickly, put on gloves and follow her into the back of the lab. "Alex, what are you-" I stop speaking, lose the words, any train of thought as I stare into the eyes of the dead man. His face posted on the board maybe two dozen times. "Our John Doe has Twenty Six completely different identities. And they've all 'mysteriously disappeared' within the last two weeks." I glance from person to person. 'Jack Gordon, Matthew Bruce, Grayson Lloyd, Andy Briggs.' "I don't understand." I say more to myself than her, not looking away from the board. As she sits on the stool next to the board I can see the list of names, identities. "How is this possible?" I think out loud. "I don't know," Alex answers. "Completely different social security numbers, bank accounts, there are sixteen wives, maybe twenty children on file. They all have a record of some kind. Petty theft, murder, abuse. It doesn't make any sense."
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John Doe
Horror***TRIGGER WARNING!! Gore and gruesome details!!*** Detectives Franklin Marshall and Alexandria Bishop are assigned the first murder case in years, but when the case's "John Doe" turns out to be more than he seems, will the detectives be the only on...
