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it,” Lauren says. I slam my hand against the table. Lauren and Timothy flinch.
    “What is the point?” I snap. “If he made damn certain that Mr. Wood didn’t know who he was, he knew we would track down Mr. Wood, so he’s not going to happen to walk in front of a surveillance camera with his face showing.”
    “We could ask people who were there if they saw somebody—”
    “Saw somebody put a piece of paper and package down?” I ask. “Because hundreds of people don’t do that at a bus station?”
    “I don’t think anybody would have seen the killer put it down,” Timothy says. “It was tucked in between two chairs. Anybody could have pulled it out without being seen.”
    “Great,” I say. “That’s fantastic. Good job, Timothy, you helped out a serial killer for the sake of making sure the public didn’t know you were a pervert.”
    “I think you need to take a break, Tobias,” she says. She opens the door. I snap the folder shut. I take it with me as I walk out. Lauren follows me to my desk.
    “You need to calm down,” she says. “Nobody will ever tell us anything if you’re freaking out.”
    “I have been on this case for over a month,” I tell her. “The killer is taunting us now and I can’t waste time on his games.”
    “Maybe it’s not a waste,” she says.
    “You heard him. He doesn’t know anything.”
    “Maybe it’s not about what he knows,” she says. “It’s about what the killer knows. How did the killer know that Wood was with an underage prostitute?”
    I suck in a breath. “He had to know the prostitute or Wood.”
    “Exactly,” she says. She gestures toward the interrogation room. “Should we question our current lead in order to figure out who our new lead is?”
    I let out a breath. Lauren rests her hand on top of mine.
    “This is the break that you’ve been waiting for,” she says.
    “ We’ve been waiting for,” I correct. Her smile is enough to make me forget to breathe again.
     
    ~~~~~
     

Lauren
    THE PROSTITUTE, NOW sixteen years old, hangs out around Greektown Casino. She goes by the name Jasmine. She’s 5’3”, has bleached blonde hair and deep ocean-blue eyes. She’s wearing jean shorts and a tank top that is two sizes too small. I have no idea how Timothy could have thought she was sixteen years old when it doesn’t look like she has hit puberty, but we looked into all of Timothy’s associates and none of them looked like they could be the killer’s, so she’s our only other lead.
    “You must be Jasmine,” I say. She looks at me out of the corner of her eye as I approach her, every muscle in her legs tensing as she prepares to run. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to bust you for anything. I just want to ask you a few questions.”
    “About what?” she asks, thrusting her chin up in defiance. I show her a photograph of Timothy Wood.
    “This used to be one of your johns. Do you know anyone who knew about the two of you?” I ask. She smirks.
    “Lady, do you think I go advertising who pays for me?” she asks.
    “Well, Timothy said he didn’t tell anyone about the two of you either, but someone found out,” I say. “So, one of you had to have told someone or someone must have seen the two of you.”
    She purses her lips together and takes another look at the photo.
    “That’s the real smart guy, right?” she asks. I nod.
    “Yeah, he and I used to do the deed in his car in front of his apartment,” she says.
    “Where does he live again?” I ask. “Southwest Detroit, right?”
    “West Outer Drive,” she says. “It’s the red brick building that’s slanted.”
    I jot down the information. “Thank you, Jasmine.”
    “No probs,” she says. “Can I ask what you’re investigating?”
    “Murder,” I say. “So I advise that you stay away from that area.”
    “If I avoided every area that had a murder, I would have nowhere to work,” she says.
    “Well, this is a serial killer,” I say. I take out my wallet and pull