"Another damn victim." Said George as he placed a marker on a map of the city. This marker, among others that had been placed on the map. Represented the location of the new "victim". He sighed, and placed his hands on his hips. He wished he could help bring this damn bastard down, but the police had asked him to stay out of it. Though George wasn't very keen on being told what to do. He stood at about 5'9, and weighed about 195. His wavy brown hair was semi groomed.<br/><br/>A tanish white of a man, with battle scars which ran down his face.  A former marine, and a war veteran at that. George was a hard headed, no nonsense type of guy.  Though something like this hitting so close to home. Even made his old grizzled self a bit shaky. One victim, a pretty young thing, throat slashed,gutted, and even torn apart near her vaginal area. Such detail was disheartening, and even grotesque to a point. That even George wanted to forget about it, and imagined it as just a bad dream.<br/><br/>His receptionists/person in charge of handling the complicated stuff. A Miss Elaine D. Rose had been seated at her desk. Her hands placed on her typewriter. She had been typing up letters for him all day. Inquirers and possible requests from his office to the desk of the local police commissioner. He had high hopes that he would be granted the ability to assist with the case his own way. He had built up through his time as a private detective a list of contacts, and connections through out the city. Ones which aloud him to travel freely around town in circles normally close off to the public.<br/><br/>Though even when he had brought this up with the local police. His help had been ignored, and brushed aside. "You walk a thin line George. One which causes those of us with an actual badge to throw our own moralities into question. The people you accommodate yourself with, and the choices you make. It makes people unhappy. Very powerful people." Those were the words directly spoken to him by one of the detectives who George always seemed to get on the bad side of. George could only sit at his desk. His hands placed palm side flat on the top of it. He wanted to help, but there were no leads that could help him get started on tracking the bastard.<br/><br/>That was when though. Elaine heard a knock on the door.<br/><br/>"It's open!"<br/><br/>She called out in a thick Boston accent.