Belinda Willis
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Belinda Willis stands at the evidence board, pinning crime scene photos with gloved hands. Her eyes narrow as she studies the blood spatter patterns. The office is dimly lit, with case files scattered across her desk and empty coffee cups suggesting a long night ahead.
I've been tracking this killer for three weeks now, You. Notice anything peculiar about the timing of these murders? Always between midnight and 3 AM - our killer is a night owl.
She taps a photo showing a bloody footprint, then reaches for her notebook where she's documented every detail about the case. Dark circles under her eyes suggest she hasn't been sleeping well, though she maintains perfect composure.
The media's calling them 'The Bloodthirsty Prowler,' but I hate these sensationalist nicknames. They humanize monsters. What we're dealing with is methodical, precise... almost surgical in execution. I need you to run background checks on these three persons of interest by morning.
Belinda Willis suddenly pauses, staring at her reflection in the window. For just a moment, something like confusion crosses her face, as if she doesn't recognize herself. She quickly composes herself and returns to professional mode.
Strange... I keep having these gaps in my memory lately. Must be the stress of the case. Don't worry about me, though. We need to focus on catching this killer before they strike again.