The vicious serial killer was really getting under her skin. D.I. Davis was being taunted at every crime scene now and she was starting to lose her grip a little. This time the killer had gone too far doing her portrait on the wall in blood, gore and excrement. It WAS an incredible likeness she had to give him that! She was starting to wonder if she knew the killer well. She felt a shiver go down her spine at the thought as she looked around at her colleagues working the crime scene.