Reeves looked at the screen.
"There's a ton of recent DNA traces in the girls' room; it's nearly impossible to track who it could've been," said the forensic scientist.
"Yeah, I heard these girls have been around the block a few times," muttered Reeves, "Which DNA sample was the faintest, but most recent?"
The scientist searched a moment. "A boy by the name of Zeke Verndon." He pulled up a picture.
Reeves thought for a moment. "I think I'll go speak with him again."
"Again?"
Reeves had already left the door by the time the scientist turned in his chair.
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The Demented Mind of a Serial Killer
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