Fatal feeding

The last profile was different. I read over it and glanced up at Butters. "What's with this one?"
"Fits the same general profile," Butters said. "Women, dead in hotel rooms."
I frowned down at the papers. "Where's the cause of death?"
"That's the thing," Butters said. "I couldn't find one."
I lifted both eyebrows at him.
He spread his hands. "Harry, I know my trade. I like figuring this stuff out. And I haven't got the foggiest why the woman is dead. Every test I ran came up negative; every theory I put together fell apart. Medically speaking, she's in good shape. It's like her whole system just... got the switch turned off. Everything at once. Never seen anything like it."
"Jessica Blanche." I checked the profiles. "Nineteen. And pretty. Or at least prettyish."
"Hard to tell with dead girls," Butters said. "But yeah, that was my take."
"But not a suicide."
"Like I said. Dead, and in hotel rooms."
"Then what's the connection to the other deaths?"


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