Morbid Victories
"Well… fuck," Nash swore. "Someone is tipping us off or playing with us."
"Like they knew we needed the murder weapon… like they had access to it," I added.
Nash turned to the officer. "Mind bringing the box to forensics? Give them your fingerprints and ask them to match the blood with Maya and get whatever fingerprints they can get off it."
He rubbed his head.
"Yes sir," the officer mumbled before picking up the box and scurrying away.
The officer left the room and I slumped down on my chair. "Is this a message? Say hi to Dr. Butler?" I laughed humorlessly.
"This person is giving us clues and telling us how well he knows the system," Nash elaborated.
"He's playing with us, isn't he? He's telling us that he can do much better without the binds of law," I added.
"Mocking us," Nash grunted. "What a classic psychopath. Do you think he has ever killed?" he asked as he stared at the wall.