The decision

 Detective Harris returned to the station, his mind still buzzing with thoughts of his encounter with Jane and the new lead he had stumbled upon. The atmosphere in the squad room was tense as his colleagues worked tirelessly on the case. Harris walked over to Captain Joe's office, where a meeting was about to take place.

 Captain Joe, Jeff, and a few other detectives were gathered around a large conference table littered with case files and evidence photos. Harris entered and took a seat.

 "Alright, Harris," Captain Joe said, looking up from a pile of documents. "What did you find out about Sean Matthews?"

 Harris took a deep breath and began, "I dug into Sean's background further. He's got a history of petty crimes and drug trafficking, but what's interesting is that he was connected to Emily. There's a photo of them together at a restaurant a few months ago. It's clear they knew each other."

 Captain Joe nodded, his expression thoughtful. "We haven't been able to tie Sean to the other murders. From what we know, the M.O. matches, but the connection is tenuous at best."

 Harris leaned forward. "I understand, but we still need to explore the relationship between him and Emily. There's a possibility that the killer might have a partner or that Sean might be involved in a different way. It's crucial to find out if he's directly connected or if he's part of something larger."

 Captain Joe considered this, then sighed. "You make a good point. If there's any chance he's involved or has information that could lead us to the killer, we need to explore it. Send him in for questioning again. We need to see if he cracks under pressure or if he reveals something we've missed."

 "Yes, sir," Harris replied, standing up. "I'll arrange it."

 Captain Joe nodded. "Keep pushing. We need to break this case wide open before the killer strikes again."

 Harris went to coordinate the next steps, arranging for Sean Matthews to be brought back in for further questioning.

 Sean was brought back to the station.

 Harris placed a photograph in front of Sean, showing him and Emily together at a restaurant.

 "Care to explain this, Sean?" Harris asked, his tone sharp.

 Sean's eyes flickered with recognition and then hesitation. "We were dating," he finally admitted. "But we broke up because she was having an affair with her boss."

 Harris leaned in, his gaze piercing. "Then why did you lie about not knowing her?"

 Sean sighed, slumping in his chair. "I knew you'd suspect me even more if I told the truth. And with my record, I didn't want to take any chances."

 "Emily worked at 'Glamour Studios,' didn't she?" Jeff interjected, referring to the modeling company known for creating explicit content.

 Sean nodded. "Yeah, she did. It was a way for her to make money. She was an orphan, had no one else in the world. She did what she had to do to survive."

 Harris exchanged a glance with Jeff. "We need to dig deeper into her life and her connections at that company."

 "We'll be detaining you for further questioning," Jeff said, standing up. "Don't go anywhere."

 As Sean was escorted out, Harris and Jeff prepared to visit Glamour Studios. They needed to speak with Emily's boss.

 Harris and Jeff arrived at Glamour Studios, a sleek building with a modern facade that belied its controversial reputation. They entered the reception area, where a young woman with bright red hair and heavy makeup sat behind the desk.

 "Can I help you?" she asked, eyeing their badges warily.

 "We're Detectives Harris and Jeff," Harris said, showing his ID. "We need to speak with Mr. Davis about Emily Parker."

 The receptionist's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Emily. "Uh, sure. One moment." She picked up the phone and spoke in hushed tones before nodding at them. "Mr. Davis will see you now. Third door on the left."

 Harris and Jeff walked down the corridor, the walls adorned with glamorous photos of models. They reached the door and knocked. A voice from within called them in.

 Mr. Davis, a man in his early fifties with a sharp suit and slicked-back hair, stood up from behind his mahogany desk. "Detectives, please have a seat. How can I assist you?"

 Harris wasted no time. "We're investigating the murder of Emily Parker. We understand she worked here."

 Davis's expression shifted to one of sorrow. "Yes, I was devastated when I heard the news. Emily was one of our best employees."

 Harris's eyes narrowed. "Is that why you were sleeping with her and making her do pornographic content?"

 Davis's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "What I did with Emily was consensual. She was an adult and made her own choices."

 Jeff leaned forward. "We need to know everything about her time here. Any conflicts, anyone who might have had a grudge against her."

 Davis sighed, rubbing his temples. "Emily was ambitious and driven. She did have some disagreements with other models, but nothing that would lead to something like this. She kept mostly to herself outside of work."

 Harris pressed on. "And what about her relationship with you? Did she confide in you about anything troubling?"

 Davis shook his head. "We were close, but she never mentioned anything that made me think she was in danger. I swear, if I had known—"

 Harris cut him off. "We need access to her work records, emails, and any footage you have from the past few months. We're looking for anything that might give us a lead."

 Davis nodded reluctantly. "I'll cooperate fully. I want to help find who did this to her."

 Harris and Jeff stood up, preparing to leave. "We'll be in touch," Harris said. "And if you remember anything else, call us immediately."

 As Harris and Jeff left Glamour Studios, their minds were busy processing the information they had just gathered. The case was becoming increasingly complex, and they knew they were racing against time.

 Suddenly, Harris's phone rang, the ringtone piercing through the heavy thoughts weighing on him. He glanced at the caller ID and answered, recognizing the frantic voice of one of their fellow officers.

 "Harris, we've got another body," the officer said urgently. "A fisherman found it in the lake at Pinehurst Avenue."

 Harris's heart sank. "We're on our way," he replied, and ended the call. He turned to Jeff. "Another body. Pinehurst Avenue."

 They rushed to their car, the urgency of the situation clear in their rapid movements. The drive to Pinehurst Avenue was tense, filled with unspoken thoughts and fears about what awaited them.

 When they arrived at the lake, the scene was already cordoned off with yellow police tape. Officers were managing the crowd of onlookers, trying to keep them at a distance. The serene beauty of the lake was marred by the grim discovery.

 Harris and Jeff made their way to the shore, where they saw Oliver, the forensic pathologist, kneeling beside the body. Oliver looked up as they approached, his expression grim.

 "What do we have, Oliver?" Harris asked, his voice steady but urgent.

 Oliver stood up, wiping his hands on a towel. "The water has washed away most of the surface evidence, but the stab wounds follow the same pattern as the previous victims. She's been in the water for a while, her lungs are filled. Time of death is harder to pinpoint due to the water."

 Harris nodded, looking at the lifeless body. "Damn it," he muttered. "We're losing time."

 Jeff scanned the area, taking in the surroundings. "Who found her?"

 Oliver pointed to a man standing nearby, his clothes worn and his expression a mix of shock and sadness. "That fisherman over there. Name's Leroy Thompson."

 Harris approached Leroy, who was wringing his hands and staring at the ground. "Mr. Thompson? I'm Detective Harris. Can you tell me what happened?"

 Leroy looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and sorrow. He spoke with a thick Jamaican accent. "Detective, I was just fishing, same as every morning. I saw something in the water, thought it was just rubbish at first. But when I got closer, I saw it was her... just lying there on the shore."

 Harris nodded, his expression sympathetic. "Did you see anyone else around? Anything unusual?"

 Leroy shook his head. "No, mon. It was quiet, just me and the water. I never see anything like this before. I call the police right away."

 "Thank you for your help, Mr. Thompson," Harris said. "If you remember anything else, please contact us immediately."

 Leroy nodded, still visibly shaken. "I hope you find who did this, Detective. No one should die like that."

 Harris assured him they were doing everything they could, then walked back to Jeff and Oliver. "We need to get her identified and start looking for any connections to the other victims. This is escalating fast."

 Jeff agreed. "We'll need to canvass the area, see if anyone else saw anything. And we need to keep the pressure on Sean. He might not be the killer, but he's involved somehow."

 As they continued their work at the scene, the sense of urgency intensified. The killer was still out there.