Therein lay the problem. This wasn't some sick med student wanting to indulge in the forbidden fruit of live research, whether or not the victim was willing. It was difficult to pinpoint. He shuffled through the papers once more, his eyes focused. All of the bisections had occurred post mortem, like an afterthought, something to keep the people that might be investigating the case guessing over the why. What Mark wanted to know was the how. The bisection generally never left much evidence of just what had actually killed the victims. If the 'work of art' was used to cover something up, could he have been looking at this all wrong?

He tilted his head. It was possible. Marginally thought the chance was, maybe he was looking at something else entirely. The FBI could spend millions of dollars worth in man-hours, equipment and investigation hunting down a serial killer when it could very well be just a particularly vicious band of organ traffickers. There were organs missing from most of the bodies, but what had him mainly holding back on that theory was the fact that sometimes, instead of organs there were pieces and bits of flesh missing, like the flanks, thigh muscles, chest, etc. Those wouldn't be used for transplants. He sighed. He needed some fresh data, something to build up on. These files, informative though they were, were twisted and warped through each investigator's point of view, and thus the only insightful bits were the pictures. There might be ideas in the reviews of the case, but again, the chances were minimal. He would look into them after he had poured over the pictures.

He looked up, slightly annoyed. Josh was still here? He went over what the young an had said. Oh. Okay. He nodded," It would prove to be insightful to look into a fresh crime scene. I haven't looked into the Psychological profiles yet, Josh, but I plan to. There may be some ideas linked between each case, and with the skill of putting a jigsaw puzzle together without having scene the original picture, I might be able to build off of it," He picked up all of the pictures which he had already separated to one side, placing them in a briefcase, and then he put in the profiles by each of the profilers, of which Josh was one, and put them in the briefcase as well. If he needed any more from the coroners' observations, he would ask them to send hi a copy to his email. Most of what was relevant to catching the killer had been hidden in the bisections anyways.

"What time does our plane leave? I need to pick up some items at home."