“Good,” she said. “Somebody like that, it’s hard to not to just toss his file and carry on.”
Just then, Dispatch called. “We’ve got a female DB on the entrance to UBC.”
“On the walkway?” Kate asked.
“It’s just outside of the university grounds on one of the bike paths,” the dispatcher said. “I’m sending you the exact location.”
“Crap,” she said, as she hopped to her feet. “Hey, Rodney, we’ve got a woman down on the bike path.”
“Out by UBC? Shouldn’t the university police have that?”
“This one is a homicide from the looks of it, and it’s not on the university campus, It’s in the intersection leading up to it.”
He looked at her in surprise.
“Vehicular homicide. She’s been hit by a car,” Kate said. “Time to rock and roll.”
“Another woman was struck by a vehicle up in that area about a year ago,” he said, as he stood and grabbed his jacket.
She stopped, looked at him, and said, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” he shrugged, “it’s not like it’s unusual, since that’s a high traffic spot.”
“Isn’t that also where they do bike racing training?”
“Well, they do some of it there. I mean, the UBC campus is full of trails and tracks, so it’s perfect for a lot of this stuff. Plus, with all the jogging routes up there, it’s great for fitness training.”
“Hmm,” she said, “so you’re thinking it was a full year since the last one?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Why?”
“I just want to make sure we don’t have three in a row,” she said on a smile. “Nothing like a serial killer coming back to mark time.”
He looked at her in surprise. “I’ll look it up.”
“Do that,” she said. “The last thing we need is another ugly story to mar the beauty of this place.”
“You know that there will always be another ugly story,” he said. They walked to her car, heading to the location in minutes, as he dug into his coffee while she drove.
“I know that crime lives on,” she said, “but, one of these days, I keep thinking we’ll have paradise here.”
“Paradise is what you make it,” he said, with a laugh.
By the time they drove up to the outskirts of the university campus, she parked near all the cruisers. It looked like the coroner was already on site. “It looks like we’re last to arrive,” she said in surprise.
Rodney looked up from his phone, frowned, and said, “We did hit a spot of traffic on the way over.”
“I guess,” she said, with a nod at his phone and the records he was pulling. “Did you find anything?”
“Hmm.” He bent his head again, while she hopped out.
She came around, leaned in through his window, and said, “What did you find, Rodney?”
“Nothing good,” he said, his tone grim.
She looked at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“You were asking about a third?”