Ping returned the shake with decided firmness—a show of confidence.
Gesturing to a seat beside a disorganized desk, Ping started talking. "Almost all of the victims were found in low-trafficked areas." He rummaged through the files on his table, shifting through variously colored papers. "The latest victim was different though. Sailors found him on the dock. Or, well, they found a chest and then found him."
After another minute of digging, the brunette unearthed a thick, gray-file. "Ah, here we go." He flipped the cover open, revealing a police report on the very first victim. "And, kid, that's quite a question. You want to know everything about the case? The file is yours." He handed the stack to Alarick, a grim smile twitching on his face. "Truth is, we don't have much. We plotted every drop site, but they're random and there is no comfort zone.
"Whoever this is... they're doing a good job of throwing us off track. As you can see"—he waved at the files stacked high on his desk and the files piled onto every other detective's table—"even with priority cases like this, crime isn't taking it easy on us."
Inside the file, there is a location of where every victim was found. A majority of the victims were found inside abandoned warehouses that border the east-side of the city—near the docks. There have been an equal number of male and female victims. Each victim was found completely disjointed (i.e. they had their joints separated from their sockets). There is a short list of suspects.