Both girls looked unimpressed with the news, until Spencer got an idea.

“Any clues as to who’s doing all of this?” The blonde asked excitedly, glad that there was someone in the know that might be able to help. Victoria immediately saw through the question. She was used to people asking her this, but she could tell that Spencer was only wondering for her own investigation.

“We’re still digging.” Victoria answered with a smirk before she waved goodbye and headed off towards the elevators that would take her to the morgue.

“Well we got jack-shit from her.” Spencer muttered, watching the redhead retreat. But beside her Ashley noticed something and bent down to pick it up.

“Looks like she dropped one of her files.” The brunette showed Spencer the manila file folder before she followed the trail the coroner took. But Spencer’s wheels were spinning. She caught up with her ex best friend at the elevators as she waited for the next lift to arrive.

“Would it be so bad if we took a peek inside?” The blonde asked mischievously. Once they heard the ping both girls loaded onto the elevator and took it down to the basement level, opening the file as they went.

“Damn.” Spencer muttered once she looked inside the folder. It was just an invoice. After their elevator dropped them off onto the morgue’s floor, they followed the directions of the security guard to navigate Victoria Mark’s office.

She wasn’t inside and the door leading to her examination room was locked, so both girls took a seat in front of the redhead’s desk to wait for her return. Getting bored quickly, Spencer jumped to her feet and decided to look around.

“Spencer? What are you doing?” Ashley asked a little nervously as she watched the blonde open the file drawers and start to flip through cases. With a quick glance towards the closed door, Spencer removed several files and moved to the copier machine.

“Ash, this is important information on each case! This is so going to help our investigation!” Spencer whispered excitedly. Ashley bit her lip before she jumped to her feet and started helping.

They had managed to make a copy of each victims report before Ashley stumbled on something in the file cabinet and pulled it out. Spencer watched as the brunette’s body stiffened and looked over the girl’s shoulder to see what she was reading. In big, bold print at the top of the file read: Raife Davies. Without another thought, Spencer moved around her ex best friend and fished through the C’s until she found what she was looking for. But neither could be prepared for what they found.

“Spencer.” Ashley said, her voice laced with horror and pain. “You need to read this.”