Riddles and a Suicide [Everyone]

Shannon nodded, then packed up and headed out

Back at the lab I started to process the evidence, starting with the note, hoping to find a pint on it, but I wasn't lucky.

Shannon walked in and looked at Haylen, "Anything?" she asked

"Just found out, that the fibre I found near the bed, belongs to the towel I found undderneath. But no prints on the note..." I replied.

Shannon nodded, "What does the note say?" she asked

"It's the riddle." I said.

Shannon nodded in reply, "Right, anything else or is that it?" she asked

"That's it. Besides.... I noticed it smells a little like lemon." I said, getting another idea.

"Lemon?" Shannon asked, "I didn't see any at the scene, unless the towel was sprayed with a lemon sent."

"I have a better idea. Lemon juice can be used as invisible ink. I think that's why the note smells like that." I said and walked over to the table, carefully warming up the paper. "No. 1?"

Shannon looked at it as well, "Okay, what is this suppose to meen?" she asked

I turned to look at Shannon. "Well, I believe this means it was riddle number one, so probably his victim number one." I said, not really liking the sound of that.

Shannon felt the same way, across down, a man was dumping a body near Central Park

I sighed a little.

Shannon watched her, then looked back at what she had

I was about to go and see Sid when I got another call about another body - with a riddle note on it again.

Shannon watched Haylen as she got the call, "Another one?" she mouthed

I nodded and hung up.
"Central park this time." I said and walked to the door.

Shannon nodded, then followed her out of the lab

Once at the scene the detective lead us to the victim. Another woman, looking a lot like the first victim. The riddle was written on a piece of paper, taped to her forehead.
The man who invented it, doesn't want it. The man who bought it, doesn't need it. The man who needs it, doesn't know it.
I read the note twice and frowned a little.

Shannon looked at the riddle as well, "A coffin" she said out loud

"She needs one for sure, but it wouldn't make any sense..." I started then stopped, having an idea, so I took a closer look at the victim's hands and found what I was looking for. "The first riddle was the murder weapon... the second is not exactly a weapon either, but I think our victim may have been in a coffin."

Shannon listened, then nodded, "Makes sence" she replied

I looked at Shannon, nodding.

Shannon sighed a bit, then processed the area around them