"All the bullets match the same modified Glock," Jennifer circled the microscopic striations on the projection screen with a laser pen, "But what's more eerie..." She switched slides, showing the neck wounds of five bodies under the morgue's cold lights, all cut at the exact same angle, "The trauma inflicted by the cold weapon had an error margin of no more than 0.3 millimeters."
The conference room fell into dead silence, as everyone watched the 3D reconstruction of the crime scene—each one had a Hell's Angels Gang's skull badge left behind, but the surveillance footage would always fail ten minutes before the crimes. No one noticed the vent opening at the edge of the model, where half of a tactical boot print identical to those found in the police academy's training ground remained.
