Front cover, back cover, inside front cover, inside back cover, the seven pages with the pictures plus the five blanks, the twenty-four plastic cover sheets, plus all seven Polaroids. All of the discernible prints or print fragments matched one individual Lionel Byrd. The fibers came from Byrd's couch. They're running DNA on the hair now, but it's going to match. The criminalist says it is eyeball-identical with Byrd's arm hair.

Who's the criminalist?

John Chen.

Chen's good. I know him.

Lindo turned the page. The next scan showed a single Polaroid of a thin young woman with short black hair and hollow cheeks. She was on her right side on what appeared to be a tile floor in a darkened room or enclosure. The wall behind her was burned by the glare from the camera's flash. Her left cheek was split as if she had been struck, and a red trace of blood had run down her face to drip from the end of her nose. Three overlapping drops were spotting the floor. A cord or wire was wrapped so deeply into her neck it disappeared into her skin. Someone had labeled the bottom of the scan with the victim's name, age, date of death, and original case number.

Lindo touched the image.

This was the first victim Sondra Frostokovich. See the cut here under her eye? He coldcocked her first to stun her. That was a unifying element of his M.O. He stunned them so they couldn't fight back.

Was she raped?

None of them were raped, so far as I know. Again, I didn't work the individual cases, but this guy didn't play with them there wasn't any rape, torture, mutilation, or any of that. You can see that much in the pictures. Now check this out Lindo touched the page by her nose.

See the blood drops below her nose? Three drops, two overlapping. We compared this picture with the original shots taken by the coroner investigator. The crime scene pix show a puddle about the size of her head. Likely your boy was in front of her for the strike that cut her cheek, then strangled her from behind. The blood started to drip as soon as she was down. Three or four drops like this, she couldn't have been down more than twenty seconds before he snapped the picture.

He wasn't my boy.

Point is, we have time-specific indicators in pretty much every picture that marks them at or near the time of death. This is his second victim, Janice Evansfield

The second picture was of an African-American woman with Rasta hair whose neck had been slashed so many times it was shredded. Lindo pointed out a blurry red string floating across her face.

See that? We didn't know what it was until we enhanced it.

What is it?

That's blood squirting from the carotid artery at the base of her neck. See how it arcs? She wasn't dead yet, Cole. She was dying. This exposure was taken at the exact moment her heart beat. That kinda rules out some cop later at the scene, doesn't it?