Chapter 101
INT. - 9th PRECINCT BULLPEN to PRIVATE ROOM - NOON
Gerri tossed her jacket over the back of her chair and settled into her desk. A returned message waited for her, from Eureka Chem. Turned out Irene Trenton cancelled her weekend in Chicago at the last minute, but did it by text. Which they'd found odd, according to the VP of sales who got back to the detective.
So, whoever nabbed Irene covered their tracks to ensure enough time with the victim. But had no qualms in calling in an anonymous tip about Harold Moore, obviously a rush job meant to first degrade as with Irene, but then simply kill the man.
The killer's alternate MO's seemed to be at odds, though meant focus of rage was at Irene for whatever reason. Gerri barely had time to flip open the new stack of reports waiting for her on her blotter when the elevator doors opened and two familiar women hurried into the bullpen.