[color=84210d][h1]𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕟 ℕ𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕖[/h1] Unit Chief[/color]
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    There was definitely a type for this attacker, petite, blonde, and blue-eyed along with them at middle age and widowed from soldiers. It was a very specific type that this person was going after, so much so, Lucian believed that this person had to have someone in their life that looked similar to these women. Though the team was waiting for the Milwaukee police the forensic examiner to tell the cause of death - they seemed to be very unsure on the phone call earlier. 

    Nodding his head, “[color=84210d]I know he does, but I cannot imagine how it must feel to be away from them for days and sometimes weeks,[/color]” was this an ironic statement? To Lucian, this statement wasn’t false for him, since his family was deceased - Samantha’s was not. They might have a similar situation, but his emotions were different when it came to being away from his loved ones. His father was off the grid, his mother and sisters were back in Romania. His wife and children were deceased; he was used to being alone by now. 
    “[color=84210d]Sam, I think they will understand when they get older. You have smart kids,[/color]” he commented while he began to walk around the open area. He was waiting for everyone else to show up, he understood there might be someone calling or texting him that they cannot make it. 

    Pacing slowly around, he was playing with different things on people’s desks. Primarily office supplies, he can quickly organize without disturbing the workspace. “[color=84210d]Yes, caffeine is definitely a friend in this job,[/color]” he glanced over to his cup, which was stuck on the side of Samantha’s desk. 

Chuckling when Samantha brought up more personal items in her life, like having the goal of Nathaniel being potty trained by fall for preschool. He went through that process three times, so he fully understood how difficult it could be. All his children had inconsistent difficulties when it came to potty training. “[color=84210d]Have you tried any magic?[/color]” he asked in a more simple tone. “[color=84210d]I know Roxana would only go if I put toilet cleaner or dish soap in the training potty or toilet. She liked to peek into the toilet after she was done and see how the color turned from blue to green or how it would fill up with bubbles - the bubbles got her comfortable with flushing the toilet too,[/color]” he explained. That trick seemed to work for his only girl, she loved ‘toilet magic’. For his eldest, Marin only wanted his dad in the bathroom, and he only wanted to use the grown-up toilet. His son wouldn’t dare try to use the ‘baby’ toilet and would get upset if anyone tried to make him use the baby toilet. There were a lot of small arguments between Lucian and Marin just because of the toilet, which would be used. 

“[color=84210d]I know, Marin liked to,[/color]” he paused while looking at the wedding ring he still wore. He was fidgeting with it and maybe unconsciously staring at it, “[color=84210d]Marin only wanted me in the bathroom and he would only use the grown-up toilet. I had to crouch down and hold my arm out as a support bar, so he would go - he didn’t like using the baby toilet,[/color]” Lucian chuckled at that. He seemed to have some kind of faded love in his eyes, anyone could see he truly loved his family so much that he hasn’t fully moved on from them. “[color=84210d]You just have to figure out what either gets them excited or most comfortable with the bathroom,[/color]” he shrugged while walking over and taking a drink of his coffee.
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