"Is her family dead? Why hasn't anyone noticed she was missing for so long?"
He complained vehemently, hanging photos on the whiteboard.
Luke looked at the photos again and again, suddenly stopping at the scar on the arm.
My heart skipped a beat, praying he could remember what it was.
"What other physical characteristics does the victim have?" He pointed to the scar and asked Wyatt, "Was she abused?"
"Her family hasn't contacted us for so long, we can't rule out an acquaintance as the perpetrator."
"Check for recent domestic violence reports with these obvious tear marks."
Luke frowned, analyzing all possibilities, except he didn't realize it was the scar left by his wife desperately holding onto their daughter.
I became calm again; of course he didn't know what that scar was.
Since our daughter's death, he had never cared about me again.
Wyatt checked the recent reports and found nothing.
Luke had to analyze again from another direction. He circled the locations where the body parts were found, analyzing the killer's intent.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his face turned pale, and he looked at Wyatt.
"Wyatt, do these addresses point to one place?"