Elizabeth could be called easy on the eyes.  She was taller then most women, with a lithe willowy build,  long brown hair hung down to just below her jaw line framing a heart shaped face with big beautiful brown eyes.  With a pair of beautiful pouting lips of deep crimson tones.  Her flesh was pale, almost alabaster; she looked a bit youngish for her position as a nurse, though she had just completed her residency.  She was currently wearing a pair of tattered blue jeans and a tight fitting white T-shirt that clung to her small perky breasts.<br/><br/>There was no hard evidence yet,  but she knew she was a suspect.  The cops would likely put the pieces together soon, and that in and of itself was nerve wracking.  She shook her head; no one truly understood why she did what she did.  Was it sane?  Unlikely, but, it was necessary within that twisted little mind of hers.  She’d recently been put on an indefinite suspension of duty.  It wasn’t a surprise, unfortunately… the bodies didn’t seem to pile up now that she was away, and people were already out for blood.  One of her windows had already been shattered by a well placed rock.<br/><br/>She had spent the last few days huddled in bed either using the internet or watching the news to keep tabs on the laws progress.   It wasn’t looking good she would have to disappear soon,  but she had absolutely no where to go.  It would seem though, something, no,  someone was on her side.  Today, when she went to get the mail when the sun finally fell from the sky, to give her at least a measure of concealment she crept to the box, and retrieved what had been left for her.<br/><br/>It was mostly junk mail, like every other day.  Peppered between adds for the grocery store,  various groups looking for her to open up a credit card were letters from people who’s name didn’t seem very familiar.  Family of her victims perhaps?  It made a modicum of sense but there was one letter that stood out.  It was from that very odd woman, who she had been selling medical supplies to on the side.<br/><br/>She read it over, and tapped a finger against a delicate chin.  Those brown eyes were half lidded,  and then, it finally clicked in her head.  She took the letter in her hand, and made her way into the bathroom.  She quickly flicked on the light and held the letter up to the heat source.