Kevin West was sipping on his Chai-Latte as the Major gave the crew their briefing on the latest murder victim. When he finished speaking Kevin took another sip of his beverage and began going over the files. Once he finished doing his quick scan Kevin stood up and walked over to a nearby white board and began to write several observations on the board. 

--All Vics same roughly the same physical build, ethnicity, and hair color.
-- All murdered within a few blocks of home
--Abducted and killed within three days,
--No real attempt at hiding the body. All bodies found in public uncovered.

Kevin studied the board and said, "Possible theories. The perp is fixated on a specific type. Gives them hope by not assaulting them, allowing them to live for a while, and then allowing them to be within a few blocks of home. Three days so it's possible that this person has no real full time job.They're fixated on the victim can't allow for distractions of any kind. The perp wants their work to be noticed otherwise we wouldn't find the bodies."

Kevin paced around for a second and said, "It's almost like a game of catch me if you can. All this is rough guesses anyway, but at least it's a start for theory building."

Kevin finished his Chai-Latte and said, "If you all will excuse me I'm gonna see if I can get lucky with tracing cell-phones through their accounts, and of course the always fun times of sitting in a darkened room and watching traffic cam footage. I'm gonna miss the daylight so much, and the Yankees are in town tonight. I got two seats behind the Sox dugout six rows back text me if you want 'em."

He shot his Chai-Latte cup to a trash can from across the room like he was shooting a basketball. The cup landed dead center in the can. Kevin smiled and said as he was leaving, "Call the Celtics tell 'em I'm ready to sign."