She opened the door for them and ushered them in before hurrying to a small reception area directly ahead of them. One other receptionist was already at work, speaking on the phone while typing something into a laptop. The woman that answered the door for them grabbed up the landline phone and typed in an extension. She spoke hurriedly into the phone for a moment and looked to them with great urgency.

Mrs. Carpenter is on her way, she said.

Rachel and Jack stood against the wall as Rachel compared the approach of this clinic to Regency. Even now, before the doors officially opened, the people here seemed eager to help. At Regency, there had been a lot of hesitancy and even something resembling annoyance. Of course, in the space of the day that had passed, Rachel figured news of the murders had spread and now the matter was being taken more seriously. She just hoped that carried over in speaking to the manager.

She met them two minutes later. Dressed in a stylish pantsuit, Mrs. Carpenter approached them with the same sense of urgency the receptionist had shown. She looked to be roughly middle aged, with the sort of thin smile that looked like it was pretty much always on her face.

Good morning, agents, she said. Emma tells me youre here to talk about those awful murders. What can I do to help?

Youve heard about them already? Jack asked.

Yes. It was brough to our attention yesterday through a Facebook post from a concerned pregnant woman. Of course, Im sure you know that neither of the victims was a patient here.

The first two werent, Rachel said. But there was a third last night and her husband has confirmed that she was due to come here today for fertility treatments.

Oh my God, Carpenter said. What…what was her name?

Hannah Kettleman.

One moment, please, Carpenter said, scurrying over to the receptionist shed identified as Emma. Rachel heard her ask Emma for the records for a patient by the name of Hannah Kettleman. Thirty seconds later, she was walking back over with a smart pad. She stood between them and let them see the screen.

Hannah Kettleman, thirty-six years old. She had an appointment scheduled for 10:30 this morning. Right here, you can see where she had been here two previous times for tests to find out if she was a viable candidate for treatments.

No other appointments in the past? Jack asked.

Carpenter scrolled a bit and shook her head. Just gynecological check-ups.

Mrs. Carpenter, this is three women in three days, Rachel said. And so far, there are zero leads. I hope you understand that were having to take drastic measures to find this killer. That being said, I need a list of women that are scheduled for treatments over the next few weeks.