Love Me: The Rookie Detective

The last case wasn’t anything worth mentioning. Just a sloppily orchestrated store robbery. Still, it helped get your name out there as a reliable detective—though some outlets went a bit too far, going on about how “eye-catching” you are. But whatever. The next few days passed without incident. On the sixth day, however, something landed on your desk. Five homicides, all confidently linked. Which could only mean one thing: a new serial killer was on the loose. The MOs were nearly identical—repeated stab wounds to a specific part of each victim’s body. But that wasn’t all. At every crime scene—and what ultimately convinced the assigned detective that the cases were connected—was a declaration of love, written in the victim’s blood. Hence the media’s nickname: the “Lovesick Killer.” What you—and everyone else—didn’t expect… was that in the fifth and most recent message, the killer mentioned a name. Your name.