circles and make him believe anything.
Hayes was scheduled to perform the insurmountable task of damage control at twelve o'clock. Stella would have him back on track before he left and I was sure that he would persuade the city to shut it down. It would be a gathering laced with all the appropriate questions and twisted answers to make you think that we knew exactly what was going on. Jason stormed the briefing room with a file in his hand.
"Open that treasure. Let's see what kind some jewels we can pull out of it," I said.
Jason sat down and opened the door to the past. Everything was the same except the cause of death. She didn't have a knife to the chest. She had a knife to the neck. "They get better with time, more confident," Jason said rubbing his chin.
"He slit her throat deep enough to classify it as a decapitation. She had deep lacerations and it looked like she was impaled with something in her eyes." I shuddered.
"Sick fucker." He clenched his jaw as he kept reading. "No sign of struggle, no sign of forced entry, and no physical evidence." He ran his hands through his dark hair. "I have a feeling that this is the same guy, with twenty years of practice to hone his skills."
"If it's him or somebody else, how the hell are they getting in?" I asked.
"They probably knew him."
"That doesn't make sense. All the doors were locked, including Harper's," I said.
"Edward's back window was open."
"Coincidence. I think it was already open and it stayed that way." I stared at him. “I think he was already in there, hiding and waiting, but there’s no evidence to prove it.
"In all the cases, not one witness." He looked frustrated. "Everyone's already been interviewed and didn't see or hear anything, and that Harper file is pretty damn thin."
"We've got little Billy Randall." I stood up and patted him on the back.
He reached around and grabbed my hand in his and stood up. "Where are you going?"
"Billy. I have to talk to him." I felt his fingers weave into mine. His mind was off the case, and he was staring down at me. My heart was racing and I could feel it throbbing deep in my stomach. I don't know if it was nerves, lack of sleep or excitement, but I was feeling light-headed.
He ran his hand up my arm and rested it at the base of my neck. He pulled me up against his body with his other hand and I felt his soft lips press against my cheek. I was frozen and couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I felt his lips move across my face and he whispered in my ear. "I..."
Stella knocked once and entered the room. Jason looked up in surprise and tossed his hands in the air. I was relieved that I didn't have to deal with the current intoxicating dilemma. "Hey, Stella." I stepped back and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Sorry to interrupt you love birds." She winked at me. "Couple of the helpless rookies are on a call over in the historical district." She giggled. "Crazy lady Brooks called 911 because she claims someone’s been eating her food and leaving the dirty dishes on the table." She moved around the room and gathered the discarded coffee cups. "These your driving gloves?"
"No." My face scrunched up and Jason waved the suggestion away. Ward and Hayes are the only ones that wear them year round.”
She pushed them to the side. "Dispatch said it's happened twice this week. Didn't think to report it until she saw Poison Ivy on the news this morning." She gave an infectious belly laugh. "I'm sure she's toasted." I heard a snort. "You know what I mean, finished off a few bottles over the weekend."
"Yes, I know what you mean, Stella." I smiled at Jason. "Why does it matter? She calls at least once a week with something outrageous."
"Cause last week, Michelle Connor filed a report stating that everything in her house was moved around when she got up in the morning."
"I'm sure everyone is terrified and ready to pack up and leave at this point." I cradled the files in my arms. "I'll keep an eye on it," I said to Stella and
Hayes was scheduled to perform the insurmountable task of damage control at twelve o'clock. Stella would have him back on track before he left and I was sure that he would persuade the city to shut it down. It would be a gathering laced with all the appropriate questions and twisted answers to make you think that we knew exactly what was going on. Jason stormed the briefing room with a file in his hand.
"Open that treasure. Let's see what kind some jewels we can pull out of it," I said.
Jason sat down and opened the door to the past. Everything was the same except the cause of death. She didn't have a knife to the chest. She had a knife to the neck. "They get better with time, more confident," Jason said rubbing his chin.
"He slit her throat deep enough to classify it as a decapitation. She had deep lacerations and it looked like she was impaled with something in her eyes." I shuddered.
"Sick fucker." He clenched his jaw as he kept reading. "No sign of struggle, no sign of forced entry, and no physical evidence." He ran his hands through his dark hair. "I have a feeling that this is the same guy, with twenty years of practice to hone his skills."
"If it's him or somebody else, how the hell are they getting in?" I asked.
"They probably knew him."
"That doesn't make sense. All the doors were locked, including Harper's," I said.
"Edward's back window was open."
"Coincidence. I think it was already open and it stayed that way." I stared at him. “I think he was already in there, hiding and waiting, but there’s no evidence to prove it.
"In all the cases, not one witness." He looked frustrated. "Everyone's already been interviewed and didn't see or hear anything, and that Harper file is pretty damn thin."
"We've got little Billy Randall." I stood up and patted him on the back.
He reached around and grabbed my hand in his and stood up. "Where are you going?"
"Billy. I have to talk to him." I felt his fingers weave into mine. His mind was off the case, and he was staring down at me. My heart was racing and I could feel it throbbing deep in my stomach. I don't know if it was nerves, lack of sleep or excitement, but I was feeling light-headed.
He ran his hand up my arm and rested it at the base of my neck. He pulled me up against his body with his other hand and I felt his soft lips press against my cheek. I was frozen and couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I felt his lips move across my face and he whispered in my ear. "I..."
Stella knocked once and entered the room. Jason looked up in surprise and tossed his hands in the air. I was relieved that I didn't have to deal with the current intoxicating dilemma. "Hey, Stella." I stepped back and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Sorry to interrupt you love birds." She winked at me. "Couple of the helpless rookies are on a call over in the historical district." She giggled. "Crazy lady Brooks called 911 because she claims someone’s been eating her food and leaving the dirty dishes on the table." She moved around the room and gathered the discarded coffee cups. "These your driving gloves?"
"No." My face scrunched up and Jason waved the suggestion away. Ward and Hayes are the only ones that wear them year round.”
She pushed them to the side. "Dispatch said it's happened twice this week. Didn't think to report it until she saw Poison Ivy on the news this morning." She gave an infectious belly laugh. "I'm sure she's toasted." I heard a snort. "You know what I mean, finished off a few bottles over the weekend."
"Yes, I know what you mean, Stella." I smiled at Jason. "Why does it matter? She calls at least once a week with something outrageous."
"Cause last week, Michelle Connor filed a report stating that everything in her house was moved around when she got up in the morning."
"I'm sure everyone is terrified and ready to pack up and leave at this point." I cradled the files in my arms. "I'll keep an eye on it," I said to Stella and
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