[ WP ] Give me a thrilling tale of intrigue and mystery . One catch : It must be set in the DMV .

James hitched his belt a little higher and strolled into the office. It was five minutes to five, and the DMV wouldn ’ t open for another hour. That hour was all the time he had to finish this. He walked over to the little cubicle situated under the ‘ window 3 ’ sign. He nervously logged into the system, and checked the time signature at the bottom right of the screen. It read 5:56, just as he had programmed it to. This way, an hour ahead, he could have an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening to work privately. He opened the file he ’ d cleverly called “ gentleman ’ s literature ”, grinning to himself. It was a running joke in the office; that the creepy, hunched over, balding James Gratner had a porn folder. 
 “ If only they knew ”, he thought to himself, the grin disappearing as he scrolled through the file. 
 
 In the file were dozens of pictures of dead girls, all of the same age, build, hair color, and reputation. The police knew of their physical similarities, but were baffled as to how all these women who hailed from different towns were connected. Sure, they clearly played to the sexual fantasy of the serial killer who had murdered them, but other than their bodies there was no connection between them. Sarah Gillian, the first, had had no contact whatsoever with any of the others. And vice versa. No connection. Except he knew. 
 
 James took a deep breath, and ran over the facts in his mind. The one similarity all the girls possessed was the DMV. Sure, thousands of people came in every week to fix their various problems, but all 49 victims had visited the DMV within a week of their deaths, ranging over a period of 13 years. He cracked his knuckles, and hacked into the database. His fingers raced over the keyboard as he cross-referenced all the services provided to the victims. He froze as his computer dumped the jackpot onto his lap. They had all received their licenses in the weeks leading to their deaths. Not only that, the lowly clerk that had arranged all of their practical assessments was the same. He had found the connection. He had found the killer. It had to be. The profile fit; the clerk was a loner, obsessive-convulsive, paranoid, and had had childhood trauma. 
 
 James smiled the biggest smile he ’ d smiled in years as he began to change the name of the clerk. 

