"Three days?"<i>For fucks sake...!</i>Marlene's own crime coefficient spiked. Interestingly it had dropped when she'd taken the hunter down, but this news made her want to hit something. "...Yeah, well, we don't all have cast-iron stomachs!" She rubbed her knee. Tess had the abs of a body builder and the knee blow that should have left her gasping for air had just made her cough and had actually hurt Marlene. But the agent was referring to not wishing to loose what little food she'd managed to eat so far today. "And I don't want to contaminate the crime scene with my puke!" she grimaced - actually part of the sign language. "Ah shit. Sybil, cancel search. Redefine, same parameters, except restrict timescale to hours of darkness three days ago. Also, cross reference vehicle owners with individuals currently outside the cordon, or who have been outside it in the last hour." She glared at the holo in front of her, then looked up and glared at Tess. <<Thanks. If you think I need help, feel free to offer it. I'm good at this, but you've been doing it longer.>><br/><br/>She looked at the holo-stills of the body and shuddered. "Cuts were made antimortem? So the victim was still alive as she was dismembered? Gods what a sicko!" She paused. "Do we know what type of resin was used, and in what quantity. Sybil, run a trace on purchases or thefts of resin in large enough quantities." She looked back at the face, surrounded by roses. "Two others so far, similar MO. One a week for three weeks..." She paused. "Wait... This victim went missing last week? Shit shit shit! AGENT JAMESON?" She trotted over to where the agent was busy keeping his three hunters in check while supervising the loading of the body into the meat-wagon from the Manchester City Mortuary. "Sir, the pattern, the killer may already have his next victim!"<br/><br/>The look she got told her everything. Jameson already knew that and it bothered him as much as it did her. The hologram shielding the scene from the onlookers flickered as lightening arced across the sky and was followed by a deep and ominous boom of thunder. Big, heavy raindrops began to fall. One landed right on the nape of Marlene's neck and ran down inside her collar. She hunched her shoulders and headed back towards her car. "Tess?" She called, but then stopped, sighed and trotted over to her hunter. <<Car. Dry. Come on!>><br/><br/>The car opened for her and, unsurprisingly, opened the front passenger door for Tess, having activated the dog carrier shielding. "Oh come on, car, I don't think that's necessary."<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"Necessary or not, it is regulations. All hunting dogs must be suitably restrained while in official vehicles."</span><br/><br/>Marlene shrugged and signed <<Sorry, I tried.>> to Tess. "So, talk to me. What can you tell me about the three victims? Do they have anything in common?"