San Francisco - Outside Lindsay's Apartment
"He's not yours anymore, Lindsay. So do yourself a favor and let him go."
That was about the twenty third time the phrase went through Linz's head as she approached her apartment. Between investigating the death of a drag queen, trying to avoid going to a spa, calling Claire exactly in time to hear Tom say "I do" over her cell phone and then later getting told off by the bride?
Lindsay had a shitty day. The three martinis with the club girls before she came home had certainly helped. All in all she was glad to skip the whole trip to the "Transcendence Spa" with Cindy and was seriously considering the bathtub of bourbon concept. Especially since every time Heather opened her mouth she said something that made her respect a little bit more.
Damn it.
She pulled out her keys and headed for the door only to see a man in a suit standing there, as if waiting for her. "Inspector Lindsay Boxer?"
Guess he was waiting for her. Shit, what now? She move her hand to her hip where she kept her revolver. "Can I help you?"
The man pulled out his wallet and flashed her his identification. "Special Agent John Ash of the FBI. Can we talk?"
"Can it wait?" Linz replied, letting her irritation show. "I've had a long day."
"No, it can't wait. It's about the Kiss-Me-Not killer," he said stepping in front of the door. "I need your help."
"Well considering you have everything I ever put together on the case, you shouldn't need it," she snapped back.
"Well I do, because he's identified his next victim," Ash replied pulling out a folder.
Lindsay took the folder and opened it and froze at what she saw. It was an article from the register that Cindy had written not long after Linz had met her regarding the Kiss-Me-Not Killer. The headline said "Investigator Vows to Catch Serial Killer" along side of a picture of Lindsay leaving the police department.
If John continued to talk, Linz wasn't hearing it. His voice swiftly became a buzzing noise in the background as her hand ran over the picture and the images of three women who were brutally tortured and killed before having their lips sewn shut went through Lindsay's mind.
She closed her eyes for brief second or two in order to clear the images only to open them and stare at the picture of herself from the newspaper... where someone had drawn in stitches over her mouth.
That was about the twenty third time the phrase went through Linz's head as she approached her apartment. Between investigating the death of a drag queen, trying to avoid going to a spa, calling Claire exactly in time to hear Tom say "I do" over her cell phone and then later getting told off by the bride?
Lindsay had a shitty day. The three martinis with the club girls before she came home had certainly helped. All in all she was glad to skip the whole trip to the "Transcendence Spa" with Cindy and was seriously considering the bathtub of bourbon concept. Especially since every time Heather opened her mouth she said something that made her respect a little bit more.
Damn it.
She pulled out her keys and headed for the door only to see a man in a suit standing there, as if waiting for her. "Inspector Lindsay Boxer?"
Guess he was waiting for her. Shit, what now? She move her hand to her hip where she kept her revolver. "Can I help you?"
The man pulled out his wallet and flashed her his identification. "Special Agent John Ash of the FBI. Can we talk?"
"Can it wait?" Linz replied, letting her irritation show. "I've had a long day."
"No, it can't wait. It's about the Kiss-Me-Not killer," he said stepping in front of the door. "I need your help."
"Well considering you have everything I ever put together on the case, you shouldn't need it," she snapped back.
"Well I do, because he's identified his next victim," Ash replied pulling out a folder.
Lindsay took the folder and opened it and froze at what she saw. It was an article from the register that Cindy had written not long after Linz had met her regarding the Kiss-Me-Not Killer. The headline said "Investigator Vows to Catch Serial Killer" along side of a picture of Lindsay leaving the police department.
If John continued to talk, Linz wasn't hearing it. His voice swiftly became a buzzing noise in the background as her hand ran over the picture and the images of three women who were brutally tortured and killed before having their lips sewn shut went through Lindsay's mind.
She closed her eyes for brief second or two in order to clear the images only to open them and stare at the picture of herself from the newspaper... where someone had drawn in stitches over her mouth.