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The next night, Melancon found herself unable to sleep and headed into the office early that morning. Since no one else was there, she grabbed the case files and headed into the conference room.
She settled into a chair and opened the files. She pulled out the pictures of the crime scene and skeletal remains. With the bodies having been found in the middle of the bayou, the killer was using a boat for transporting the bodies. That didn’t help, though; just about every household here had a boat.
With it having been skeletal remains retrieved, there was no way to obtain a timeline as to when these poor souls were killed. It was impossible to work up an accurate timeline.
This guy needed privacy to dispose of these bodies, so he had to be doing it during the night. She reviewed the reports page by page. She examined every word and photograph meticulously, praying something jumped out at her.
Melancon was so engrossed in the files that she didn’t hear Picou coming up behind her, “How long have you been here?”
“You scared the crap out of me. I can’t get this case out of my mind.” As he handed her a cup of coffee, she replied, “You are my hero.”
He laughed, “I aim to please.”