We assume serial killers are heartless beasts whose all-consuming passion is their next victim, but surely they have to eat. I was thinking about this while my wife was creating a batch of cookies based on a Celtic football team's logo and an iced football. I wondered what a serial killer would like on his cookies and how he would ask the baker to decorate them. I imagined a knife or a gun, possibly red blood dripping off the edge. Maybe a nice flower or the outline of a kitten. But why leave a clue with a total stranger who might remember the unusual request when the cops came around asking questions?
The little details are what the NYPD look for when faced with a series of dead people connected by witness, weapons or forensics.
Sometimes there's nothing. No ideas, no motive, no suspects. That's when luck or intuition kicks in.
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