Catching Roses

Chapter 7- Joanna William's POV

  Well, time for the next crime scene.
    Oddly enough, we had to walk.  Why isn't something I have to question-  I realized a while ago Jessica didn't have a car.  
  After arriving, I could tell she was hiding how annoyed she was at the press, and that was honestly understandable.  All they'd ask her about is Sherlock.
  Once we finally got inside, Jessica looked at the body, while I looked around the room.
  Her life seemed quite normal, and organized.  There was no signs of forced entry, the buisnuess trip was scratched out, no buisnuess cards, and single, based off the pictures and the fact she had no wedding ring.
  "...Joanna, what do you think that means?"
    I turned to face the redhead standing next to a corpse like it was the best entertainment in the world.  "What do I think what means?" I asked.
  She was slightly annoyed, but still had a look of relief on her face.  "Thanks for not pretending you know what's going on, but please try and listen next time.  Heel print in the blood, allways a different brand.  They all seem to be single so far and they all had a buisnuess trip, but where they work is a mystery so far.  They also all seem to have no face, and female.  What do you think it means?"  She repeated.
  I thought for a moment.   No face, all women, all had a trip for work, but the job is anonymous.
  "Maybe the killer knows the women, and is stalking them?" I replied, slightly confused.
  "What else?" She asked.
    "Or they know the killer?"
  Her face said that wasn't exactly what she was looking for.
   "Well, they may work at the same place, so they may know the killer.  That could mean the killer is jealous of them.." I muttered.
  "Exactly.  But it was a partnership, correct?"
    "Yes, why?"  I asked.  Then suddenly it hit me.
  "Wouldn't that mean the killer has the same job and doesn't want us to know, and so does the partner." I blurted.
  "Bingo.  Just need to find the conpany and look around."  She smiled.  "However, let's look at the other crime scene.  I allready have the adress." She smiled, walking back out into the press-filled sidewalk.
  I followed, feeling the adrenaline pumping.  No wonder she enjoys this so much- there's a satisfying feeling of playing cat and mice.