MEGHAN TINSLEY

The scene hadn't been contaminated. It looked almost too good; too clean.

She wasn't killed here. Even a blind man could point that out.

The next thing I noticed was her underwear. It was missing. There wasn't a woman alive that would wear a simple wool dress with a plaid mini skirt without wearing panties underneath. The panties helped seduction if we went with that angle.

It didn't take long to notice the marks around her thighs and dried semen.

The sheriff and Dale had run off while Caleb watched me from a distance quietly as I worked. They were all green. I didn't blame them. The killer...