I sit down next to Kang, my heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and dread. "Can you show me the reports for your cases? I want to check something."
Kang nods, pulling up the files on his computer. "Sure, what are you looking for?"
"The weather," I say, my voice tight with tension. "I need to know what the weather was like on the days of the murders."
Kang gives me a puzzled look but obliges, pulling up meteorological data for each date. As we scroll through the information, my suspicion grows stronger with each confirmation.
"There," I point at the screen. "Every single one of these Tuesday murders... it rained that day."
Kang's eyes widen as he sees the pattern emerge. "You're right. But what does that mean?"