Jackie Monologue

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “dad,” my daughter hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds nervous.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid murder scene with Jackie.
Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s blue Dodge Charger swung into my driveway, and jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. As I swung the car door open and sat down Jackie stuck out her arm and asked, “would you like some coffee?”
“Yes I would, that would

As we arrived to the scene we see Emily standing by the victim studying her body.
“Hi Emily, what’s the report for today,” Jackie exclaimed.
“We don’t have any identification yet but she is about medium height with blonde hair, blue eyes, and is around 30 years of age,” Emily replied.
“Do you know how she was killed?” Joe asked.
“Yes, she seemed to have been strangled from the rope marks that appear on her neck, but she also has some bruising around her left eye and both arms which means the killer must’ve abused her before she was killed,” Emily stated.
As Emily and Jackie were talking I looked at the body more and something looked oddly familiar to me about it, it was like I’ve seen this same murder scene before. The rope mark was catching my attention the most, I felt like I had seen it before but I just didn't know were. As we rode back to the precinct I could not get my mind off of that rope mark and where I had seen it.
“Jackie, did you see that mark on her neck?” Joe asked.
“Yeah I did, but what about it,” Jackie

As Jackie headed to the lounge to get some food I made my way over to the filing cabinet to look through some of the more recent murders to see if I was right about this one potentially being a similar case. When I looked further in the cabinet I opened up the file of a murderer named Andrew Johnson. Andrew was about 6 foot tall with brown hair and brown eyes and he had been the best killer we had come to know.He was known for the 3 murders that had happened about 6 months ago about 2 days apart. The people he had killed had all been similar, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes and were all around the age of 30, but most importantly they were all killed the same way. Andrew had used a rope to strangle all 3 of his victims and then he would dump their bodies into an alleyway, but to this day he still has never been caught and all we have is a name and a face. When I got done reading his file I motioned Jackie over to