Granger; The police station; Late Wednesday night.
Granger sat in the faux leather office chair next to his private desk in the station rubbing at his temples with a stack of photographs sprawled haphazardly across the desk in front of him. The photographs were of a 1860 Indian head penny that had been found just yesterday tucked in a crack in the trunk of the tree the last body had been found dangling from. It was clean of course. No prints or anything else that could connect the pennies to anyone in particular. Rare enough to stand out but not so rare it could be tracked back to one particular owner.
In fact, no one had been sure it meant anything until on a random hunch one of the CSI guys had done another sweep of the evidence pulled from the limo that the head had been found in months ago and discovered, amongst a plastic bag full of champagne corks, used tissue and random change plucked from the seats, another indian head penny. He'd been at home painting the walls of his new apartment when that particular discovery had been made, attempting to stay busy during a rare day off. It hadn't lasted very long.
The theory right at the moment was that the murders were connected somehow. And if that was the case, there was one sick motherfucker on the loose.
He sighed heavily and sat back, rubbing at his eyes. No matter how hard he stared at the reports or the computer screen or at the pictures of those poor, dead girls, he couldn't make any sense of it. There was something here, something that was being missed he was sure - there always was in unsolved cases - but damned if he knew what it was.
"Perhaps I should get some rest and try again tomorrow, eh darling?" He said distractedly to the sleeping English Bulldog at his feet as he turned off his computer and lightly tapped Bogart's belly with his toes. The dog's sleepy eyes opened and he grumbled like the lazy bear that he was as Granger stood and clipped a leash onto him. "C'mon. We should go try sleeping at our own place for once."
With a grunt and a heave to get on all four paws, Bogart stood and followed Granger out as he locked up the office and left, only to return again in six hours, if the clock on his phone was right.