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actual videos, just the covers. But if they put scenes that ugly on the front, the videos inside must be much worse! If there is enough call for this sort of thing to make videos about it, there must be a great number of sick guys out there. Right now, I just want to get this one sicko off of the streets!”
    “Do you think I will ever get used to this?”
    “I certainly hope not! What this guy does isn’t something anyone should have to get used to.”

CHAPTER 3

     
    N ow came the hard part, putting all the evidence together and doing the research. Sheila Lawson was a paralegal for a downtown law firm. As was suspected, she lived alone. None of her fellow workers could think of anyone who might have meant her harm.
    After getting a search warrant for Sheila’s apartment, Detectives Peterson and Murphy headed over there to look for clues. The first thing they did was talk to the superintendant of the building. He identified three of the keys on her ring as one for the front door, one for her apartment and one for her car, which was still in the garage downstairs. He said that he hadn’t noticed anything suspicious over the last couple of weeks, but Sheila didn’t spend much time at home. She left around eight in the morning, and he didn’t know what time she got home, but it was after he was in for the night.
    Upon entering the apartment, Laura noticed how eclectic the belongings were. There was a bit of this and a piece of that, but all thought out well and fit together like it was planned. Unlike her place, which was just a mishmash of stuff thrown together in order to survive life. Sheila seemed to have a place for everything and spared no expense. It was a clean and neat environment. Obviously, no struggle had taken place there. “So, she wasn’t at the apartment when she was abducted. Where did he get her?”
    Shelia’s co-workers had said that they didn’t know of anyone she was dating. The cell phone found in her purse had her work numbers programmed in and two friends named Nancy and Byron. Laura made a note to herself to call the numbers later and request that the friends come in for questioning.
    She followed Murphy into the bedroom and found nothing unusual. The bed was made, and the bathroom was neat and tidy. Her desk in the corner looked like it was never used. Sheila had a walk-in closet with about thirty pairs of shoes and matching purses. Laura inspected the amount of clothing compared to her own small, drab wardrobe. “I think she must have spent most of her income on designer clothes.”
    “Don’t all women?”
    “Now, Murphy, don’t tell me you’re a sexist.”
    He shrugged. “No, just had a bad experience with my last girlfriend.”
    “Well, we need to run her financials. From the looks of her jewelry box, she either had a very rich boyfriend who no one knew about, or being a paralegal pays a lot more than I thought.”
    “Maybe he was married, and she threatened to tell his wife, so he shut her up.”
    Laura smiled at him. She figured he was trying so hard because he was the new guy. “If he did, do you think he murdered five other women first to cover up the crime?”
    Dan felt stupid. He was trying so hard to impress her because he really liked her. “Probably not, huh? Just thinking out loud, I guess.”
    “Let’s check the car in the garage and come back to the apartment later if we need to. We also need to check with her office. There are two other keys on this ring that we have no idea what they belong to. One could be a desk key, but this Yale key has to go to a door of some kind. It could be a supply room at her job.”
    They rode the elevator down to the garage and found the car. It was a sporty BMW convertible. There wasn’t a speck of dirt on it, and the interior was just as spotless. The garage door opener was attached to the driver’s visor, and a faint smell of perfume lingered. Still, Peterson decided to have CSU go over it. A call to Sheila’s job identified