“Wait for me.” He got out of bed and came around to help her sit up.

She wanted to scream from the pain.

“Babe, you need a doctor.”

“No. I don’t want to deal with it. I’ve got a body in the morgue that needs my attention.”

“If you have a broken hip, you’re not going to be much good to her.”

“It’s not broken. It’s just a bruise.” When she tried to straighten her injured arm, she immediately regretted that, too. Sam wanted to scream from frustration as much as the pain. She had too much to do to deal with this crap.

“Samantha, you need a doctor. Let me arrange to have you taken to GW. We can call ahead to your buddy Dr. Anderson.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Help me up.”

He took hold of her uninjured arm and helped her stand.

The second she put weight on her right leg, she nearly passed out from the pain radiating from her hip. But when she sat back down, it wasn’t any better. “Mother-effer.”

“Let me talk to Brant. We’ll get you to the hospital.”

“No ambulances or production.”

“Got it.”

While he took care of that, she placed a call to Carlucci.

“Morning,” Dani said. “I was just about to call to see if you’re going to make it in today.”

As a rule, cops didn’t get snow days. “I was planning to, but I fell on the ice yesterday and can’t seem to sit or stand, so my husband is making me get it checked.”

“Oh damn. That sucks.”

“Yes, it does. Where are we with Olsen?”

“Lindsey ran the DNA, and it matched the case Lucas brought us yesterday, but of course, the owner of the DNA isn’t in the system.”

“Because we never get that lucky.”

“Right? However, we have his DNA from another case that dates back almost two months. It’s like Lucas’s case, where the woman fought back hard and managed to get away, but not before he raped her.”

“So, we have a serial rapist on our hands who’s just escalated to murder.” Sam wanted to talk to his previous victims to get as much information as she could, which was what she’d be doing today if not for these goddamned injuries.

“With no way to know if that’s his first murder.”

“Right. Where was the older case from two months ago?”

“Dupont Circle.”

“Which is not far from the park. Talk to Malone about putting out a warning.”

“Will do. We also went through everything on Audrey’s phone, and nothing stood out except an exchange on Slack with a coworker who disagreed with her approach to a parent and told her so in no uncertain terms.”

“What’s Slack?”

“An internal messaging app that companies use for their employees to communicate.”

“Ah, okay. Was the coworker male or female?”