Detective Davis Kimber rubs his temples, hoping that he could stay near the coffee machine rather than going back to his desk. He ran point hunting the most wanted rapist in the city, 17 girls and counting, the files and pictures strewn over his desk. He had already been told many times that there was no other case for him but this serial rapist, and indeed the upper brass made sure that no others came across his desk.<br/><br/>Its not the pictures bothered him anymore, not like they did at first. But that is precisely what bothered him most, he knew he should care more. He had started looking at them scientifically, the passion he had having been drained out of him when the number reached 12. He remembered too many crime scenes and too many young  girls in their most vulnerable state, just too much pain with no real leads. He walks back to his desk, cursing as he sees a new file on it, shaking his head as he sits down and just begings to read.