The minute I entered the station house, Mack greeted me with a large mocha with hazelnut flavoring. “There had better be an extra shot of espresso in here!” I grumbled as I brought the cup up to my lips and inhaling deeply. A slow smile spread on my face as I relished in the scent. It was good to have a friend that knew exactly what I liked, I thought to myself as I took my first sip.
“Are you seriously asking me?” Mack demanded, playfully.
“I think that I have trained you well.” I grinned from ear to ear as he rolled his eyes at me. I was very thankful and glad that we remained friends for all these years. I was taken back to the day a life changing event left me scarred for the rest of my life. My dad was frantically pacing around the kitchen, when Mack and I arrived at my house so many years ago. The ringing of the phones in the station brought me out of my memories.
“Anything you want to get off your chest?”
I noticed that Mack had been staring at me and he could tell something was wrong. I was so blessed to have him be there for me, I could always count on Mack having my back. I smiled at him. “Oh nothing, I just haven’t been sleeping well lately. My dreams have been getting weirder and more vivid lately. I don’t think its anything to really worry about.” I laid my hand on his arm trying to reassure him.
My back was turned toward the main entrance so I couldn’t see the seething look on our boss’s face. Mack quickly ducked behind his desk and left me to face our boss’s wrath alone. “Heads up, the chief is making a bee line towards you!”
I prepared myself as I turned to face our boss. He was a well-built, middle-aged man. He stood about six feet and had a wrestler’s build. He has sandy blonde hair and blue grey eyes that usually turned dark when he was angry. From the looks of him he was furious, so his eyes were even darker. He was freshly transferred from Vermont eight weeks ago, so we all were still getting used to each other. I plastered a smile on my face as he came to where I was standing. “Staff meeting in Conference Room A in five minutes! Bring everything you have on this latest victim.”
I blew out a breath as he walked by. He was definitely a force to reckon with. “We better get all our information together, what little we have and bring the rest of the team up to speed. Chief Lewis looks irate today!”
Mack and I had only seen Chief Lewis this angry once and that was more than enough. It’s going to be a very, very long day! I thought to myself. “Maybe we should have brought in more coffee!” I groaned and Mack and I headed to the Conference room.
The entire time I was in the meeting I could not shake this feeling of anxiety building within me. I just clutched my coffee and tried to ignore my feelings, or the shivers running up and down my spine.
The man turned up the volume on the television, the then o’clock news was covering his handiwork. Sheila Andercroft was a fiery tempered woman, and he had a lot of fun breaking her! Every artist has to see what impact his work has on the public! He thought to himself, not really paying attention to the comments from the news crew. He remembered the day he ‘met’ her. He “accidentally” bumped into her at a supermarket about two weeks ago. She was browsing the pasta aisle. She never suspected what he was like when she agreed to have dinner with him three days ago, he was able to overpower her quite easily. When she was unconscious, he took her to his playground, for a little bit of fun, his fun! An image on the television screen brought him out of his thoughts, he was glad to see Detective Sierra Ryans. He was quickly seeing her as a worthy adversary, he didn’t deny that she was very attractive and did thin
Xavier realized that Sierra was hard enough to watch over, even without the added danger of the serial killer’s threat hanging over her head. He definitely had his work cut out for him; especially how independent she is. The only true way of knowing, exactly, what the killer was up to was to get all the information. Once he had a nice chat with Agent Miller, he finally understood just what he was up against. He also knew that to keep Sierra safe he needed to help the FBI apprehend this psycho any way he could. He wasn’t ready to leave Sierra alone but what he was about to do next he didn’t want her to see him…yet. He waited in his hiding spot a little while longer just until he was sure he could leave her. The sudden darkness of her apartment let him know that it was safe to leave. He sat in the shadows of the nearest tree that gave him an unobstructed view of her apartment. Once he was absolutely sure she had retired for the n
By six o’ clock, I was really anxious to get home and take some aspirin and take a scalding hot shower! I need to ease the tension out of my body and hopefully my migraine will ease up too. My cell rang as I was digging out my keys, as I approached the front door of my apartment. What the hell could it be now?! I looked at the screen and saw that my on again off again boyfriend, Tucker! I haven’t talked to him in a month, why would he be calling now? I took a slow breath, trying to slow my heartbeat. “Hello?” I was surprised at how calm my voice was given my sporadic heartbeat. “Hey there good looking! It is so good to hear your voice, I have been thinking about you all day!” His voice sounded husky. He had always been able to make her weak in the knees when he spoke. I had a smile on my face just remembering the last time Tucker and I were together. “It good to hear your
I was greeted by Mack the next morning. “You look exhausted. Are your nightmares getting worse?” I just let my grin spread. “Nope, to have nightmares one has to be asleep!” I didn’t deny that I felt exhausted, but my body was still buzzing with the events of last night. “Don’t tell me that you didn’t stay here last night, obsessing about this case?” Mack asked, concerned. “Actually, I didn’t stay here, I had a date last night.” My face blushed. Mack could not contain his shock. “Now not to do the whole overprotective brotherly thing…who is he and what does he do for a living and how come I haven’t heard about him until now?!” I chuckled. “Buy me lunch and I will tell you everything you want to know.” “Deal, now will you at least tell me his name?” I knew why he asked but couldn’t resist my grin. “Fine, but don’t make a big deal about it, you have to promise.” Mac
I will need to get some supplies before I start on my next project. Professor Evans thought to himself as he drove to work. I will need tape, rope, super glue… he never had to worry about forgetting what he needs because of years of mental challenges. He knew that he couldn’t’ afford to keep notes or any records of his acts, he always had to stay on guard. The only thing that has kept him from getting caught was his rule; leave no evidence behind. So far, it’s worked for him. He pulled off the main road and onto a dirt road he continued down the road for about a mile then passed through one of two gates that lead to Knightly Tanner College. The school was actually an old castle style stone building that used to house the insane. Some fifty years ago it was converted into a college, he found it somewhat soothing. The Dean of the school wanted to remodel the school, but the locals banded together in a stri
“Hello?” Dwight was perplexed when she answered the phone. The last he knew, his number was unlisted, and it couldn’t be a friend calling, he didn’t have any. So, who the fuck would be calling me? “Do you have any information yet?” “Xavier how did you get my number?” Dwight all but growled. “Dude, you have had the same number for years! Stop being so paranoid.” Xavier chuckled. Dwight couldn’t believe that he had remembered his number! Damn! Dude had an impeccable memory…looks like I’ll just have to change my number then! “It’s not safe to talk over the phone, how fast can you be here?” “How fast can you get to the front door?” Dwight hung up the phone while heading toward the front door, swearing the whole way. Only Xavier could piss him off this much! “You are a real asshole, you know that! Why didn’t you just tell me that you were at my front d
Mack and I didn’t want to be too far away from the station in case they caught a break, so they went to a quaint little café down the street. They had just sat down at a table near the entrance when the waitress came over. After ordering food and drinks, I turned my undivided attention to Mack. “So, what is it that you want to know?” Before either of us could talk, the waitress handed me my iced tea and almond poppy seed muffin, Mack, a slice of apple pie and a cup of hot coffee. Once he was sure that the waitress was out of hearing range, he asked me his first question. “What kind of a doctor is he; he’s not a Gynecologist is he? That would be way too much information to share with me if he is!” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “As for my second question, how did the two of you meet?” I just laughed. “No, he is not a Gynecologist, he’s a Veterinarian and we met in a parking lot.” Mack just looked at
While he prepared dinner, his guest was in the living room, where he made her wait. He couldn’t decide what wine to have with dinner, so he let the lady decide. “What kind of wine would you prefer to have?” “I normally don’t drink on school nights, but I’ll take some Merlot, if you have any.” Kamey actually preferred Scotch or Whiskey, but she wasn’t complaining. She really liked the Professor, he fascinated her. He was the only teach that didn’t finder her intriguing, or attractive, well until now. While she waited in the other room, he dipped the rim or her wine glass in a small amount of Ketamine. He didn’t want to rush making her unconscious, so he set the glasses aside, making sure that they were separated, and grabbed a bottle of Whiskey ant two shot glasses. Not likely that she needs alcohol to spread those legs of hers! He thought to himself as he let the Merlot breath before pouring it into their glass