When he left the station earlier that day he stayed parked in the parking lot, waiting. He waited for her to get off shift and leave the station. Brent had followed Sierra to the super market, after she left the station. As soon as she entered the store, he followed. When she headed to the deli he went to the vegetable section, he wanted to stay hidden until the last possible moment. He kept his eye on her and when he saw his window of opportunity he took it and calmly walked passed her, accidentally bumping into her. "Oh, excuse me ma'am, I didn't see you there."
"Oh it's okay, I should wat-" She looked up briefly then froze at the sight in front of her!
He left her there staring after him in shock. It wasn't until he had reached the second aisle when she took off after him. He ducked down the aisle and hid himself in a group of business suit types. He watched her peer down the aisle, then check the other a
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Garrison planned on waiting for them inside of the college but there was a little snag in his plan. When he went to go retreive the bag, he found an empty plance where the bag should have been! One of those little shits must have taken it! He thought to himself as he waited for them by the door. It took only twenty minutes for at least one of them to show up. He waited for Paul to unlock the door and enter the college. O'Grady slid through the door as it shut, he followed Paul to his dorm room. When Paul entered the room O'Grady slid his arm through the crack just as Paul was shutting the door. "What the hell?" Just as Paul was heading back to the door, O'Grady shoved his body through the door, knocking Paul to the floor in the process. "What the hell is your problem man?" Paul asked as he stood to confront the intruder. When he saw who it was a slight flicker of fear passed over his features. "
When Sierra and Mack arrived at the crime scene, they found that the victim was shot twice through the chest, with what might have been a small caliber adn since no one heard a gun discharge they assumed that there was a silencer involved. "So can you tell me how long she's been dead, doc?" Mack was vigorously chewing a stick of gum while he watied for the answer. Mack never chews gum unless his stress level is so high that he's having difficulties containing it. "I'd say no more than eight hours. She hasn't been moved so she died where she dropped." The doc nodded to his assistant to take the body to the morgue. "What you think, Sierra?" "Was there anything missing?" She looked around the house, it looked like nothing was missing or out of place, which meant that she had been a loose end. "NOt that any of us could tell. The jewelry boxes don't seem to be missing anything, but we did find a sterling silver bra
Brent was watching the news about the department store clerk. So far the police have nothing to add about the murder. He went into the kitchenette adn started cooking his steak. He has just opened his beer when he heard about a break in the case. "THIS JUST IN, THE AUTHORITIES FOUND A PARTIAL FINGER PRINT LEFT AT THE SCENE. THE IDENTITY HAS NOT YET BEEN DISCLOSED!" Right on time, now to start phase two of my plan! Brent thought smugly to himself.Sierra wasn't as spooked or edgy as he would have liked but she was hopefully spooked enough for this plan to work. Ready or not, here I come! He thought to himself as he ate his food then changed his clothes. Once he was done with tht he made an anonymous call to the police station, leaving enough clues for Sierra to follow him to a specific alley, where he would be eagerly waiting!During the time Brent was setting up an
When Xavier finally met up with Mack and Sierra at the station, he delivered the good news. "Your father is still resting in peace, his grave site hasn't been messed with in any way!" Sierra released her breath that she hadn't been aware that she was holding. Her relief didn't last long as alarm quickly over came her. Xavier looked at her as he saw the emotions cross her face. "What is the matter Sierra? You are as white as a sheet, are you feeling okay?" He could feel the fear coming off of her in waves. She quickly tried to hide her fear and compose herself. "No, I am fine, I just had a very disturbing thought. If my father hasn't been disturbed then that means that somebody has been messing with me!" She really hated mind games, especially when they included her dead family! Mack was already on his way to Missing Persons, before he spoke. "I will get all the information that I can on a
O'Grady could hear music and laughter coming from room 390, so he quietly approached the door, looked around and made sure that no one was watching him. He reached for th edoor knob and turned it until the latch released adn the door fell free from his hand. He wouldn't have much time so the needed to act quickly. He reached inside his bag and pulled out a bowie knife, he watied for rick to come to the door. As the door started to shut, he slid his arm through the crack and slashed at what he believed to be Rick's throat. His assumption was confirmed when he heard a gurgled gasp and Channing's shocked voice. "RICK! What the-" O'Grady stormed intot he room and locked the door behind him. "Well hello Channing." He smiled menacingly at his prey. Channing was sitting at the desk when O'Grady walked into the room. "What do you want? I already apologized for knocking your drink all over you." "Yes, ye di
When Mack headed back to his desk he was bombarded with at least 15 messages waiting for him. Three were from his wife, two were from Xavier, and the last ten were from the 2nd precinct. "Hello, this is Detective Mack Stone, I am returning a call to a Detective Gabriel Dominguez. Is he available?" "Hold please." Moments later he was greete4d by a man's voice that had a slight accent to it. "Hello, this is Detective Dominguez, thank you for returning my call. I have a couple of cases that you and your partner might be interested in." "What kind of cases?" Mack asked, intrigued. "The M.O. is familiar to your previous torture cases. The only difference is that the killer leaves a callling card at every scene." Mack didn't recall Brent leaving any calling cards at his crime scenes. "What kind of calling card?" "He leaves a black rose on or near the body of whoever he killed. This guy se
Brent followed both Sierra and her guest, to a cabin that was hidden well out of the city limits. He decided to change the location of his plans, out here nobody would interfere it was perfect! When they entered the cabin Brent started to prepare for the plan. He waited for the man to leave before he put his plan into action. When he knew that the man was a safe distance away, he made his way towards to cabin, cautiously. When he reached the door he paused to make sure that the guy wasn't coming back, the only thing he heard was a light groaning coming from the other side of the door. He slowly and quietly opened the door adn entered the cabin. He shut and barricaded the door and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He found that he was in the kitchen so he searched for a weapon and found a meat cleaver. He walked down the hallway and heard the groans getting louder. He came up to a closed door on the right and
Mack had been trying to reach Sierra for a couple of hours. Either she was ignoring her calls or she was out of range. He decided to stop by the 2nd precinct on his own, he'll just pass along the information when he saw her next. She was starting to act really weird as of late, he was really starting to worry about her even more. He was brought back to reality as he was met by Detective Dominguez. "Good evening Detective Stone." Detective Dominugez was about 5'9" and locked to be in his early thirties and fit. "Well I brought those photos, that I told you about with me. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind interviewing some of those co-workers of the first victim, with me." "I will go with you, but only on one condition, I drive." Detective Dominguez was already headed to his car. Mack quickly exited hsi car and hopped in the passenger side of Detective Dominguez's car. They rode the whole way to the din