I spent most of the day pouring over all the information on the victims of these murders trying to find something, anything that would tie them together.  The only similarity that seemed obvious was that they had all been shot in the head by the same weapon and at least one piece of jewelry had been taken from each of them.  The other thing, although it wasn't much of a surprise was that they had all been in the same general vicinity when they were killed and they had all been alone walking at night.<br/><br/>"Hmmph. Now that was interesting I thought.  Why would all of these woman be walking alone at night.  Why weren't any of them found in a parking garage, or on their way to or from their cars?  I began to wonder if they were threatened into meeting someone or some group of people and told to walk, not drive, to meet the perpetrator.  He obviously wanted something they had, and I didn't think it was jewelry.  But what could that be.  It might not even be an object.  Maybe it was information that they had and he needed to hear this information from them, before he killed them.  Or possibly he knew they had information that the murderer did not want to get out."  I felt like I was looking for a needle in a haystack.  However, if nothing turned up on the jewelry, I would bring this idea up with Major Mcknight when she returned with whatever she was able to turn up with if anything.<br/><br/>My fingers were tapping impatiently as I waited for her report.  I was hoping she would be here shortly.  I would then suggest we both blow off some steam, have a few drinks to decompress and then maybe we would be able to think more clearly.  Just then a knock came at my office door.  "Come in." I answered