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My eyelids were heavy and my mind was slow. It was 6:00 in the morning and my phone was flashing. I had half a mind to pick it up and fling it across the room. But I knew who it was. Chief Inspector Johnson. My boss. I pulled myself up and grabbed the phone, punching the answer button and placing in to my ear. “Inspector Jones, you need to get down here, we’ve got a murderer on our hands, I’ll expect you in 15 minutes, no longer” The phone beeped and the voice died and I let myself fall back on to the soft cushions. A murderer. The rain was pounding on the windows and the dim light that filled the room told me it was yet another grey day. To day was destined to be a bad day already, and it wasn’t even 7:00. Then I looked at the sleeping form of the man beside me. Jack. I had been with him for 2 years and I loved him just as much as I had when I had seen him that first day in college. I stroked his hair absentmindedly, it was dark and curly, just the way I liked it. I bent down and kissed his cheek “see you tonight babe” I whispered, and he smiled sleepily, his eyes still closed. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad anyway, just so long as I had him to come back to.
The office was chaos. As soon as I opened the tinted glass doors my still half awake system was hit by a wave of sighs and sounds. Phones beeped and officers yelled across the room. Secretaries typed and tea boys ran round with cups of tea and or coffee and donuts. Chief inspector Johnson was yelling he needed a strong black coffee and a donut. At the far end of the room on a wall covered in pictures and leaflets, was a large blown up picture of, what I assumed was the crime scene. A large number of officers surrounded it. I began to walk through the chaos towards it, to get a closer look. A woman was lying on a cheap Ikea bed. She had long blonde hair. She was surrounded by a pool of red blood that clashed violently with both her hair and the white sheets of the bed and her pink nightie. As I moved closer I noticed two things. 1: The girl was surprisingly beautiful, even in death she looked like a fallen princess in her cotton nightie. 2: The red that surrounded her was not blood, or at least not entirely blood. In the form of a big heart underneath the woman’s corpse were hundreds of red rose petals. “Inspector Jones!” I jumped as I heard my boss next to me. He was a big, balding man with a face like an overripe tomato and a squeaky voice. “Here are the details of the crime. Sit down, have a strong coffee, and look at that…” He looked understandably worried. “I’m going to… find Smithy” he patted me on the shoulder, nodding, and wondered of, muttering “Smithy, Smithy, yes, Smithy” under his breath. I did as I had been told, asking a tea boy for a large, strong, black coffee, sitting down at my desk and opening the file. The woman was Jade Hyde. She was 24. The same age as me, I thought with a start. She lived in Soho in a 10th floor flat. The old lady who lived above her had called the police, complaining of the racket of the young lady and her boyfriend, who had been “cavorting”. Her boyfriend, in formation retrieved form a journal on the site, was Albert Harper, a casino owner in Soho. Jade had been found at 1:43 in the morning. She had a deep cut on her cheek, bruises on her wrists and temple, and a fatal stab wound in her heart and also evidence of sexual intercourse. No hairs, fingerprints or otherwise had been found. “So, what do you think?” Smithy’s camp voice floated into the room and I looked over to him, standing in the door way looking very gay indeed. I resisted the urge to laugh. “I think we need to find this boyfriend of hers.”
Half an hour latter and I me and Smithy were standing behind 3 officers who were banging on the door of Albert Hyde door. “Open up or we will be forced to knock your door down!” The officer who was doing the banging said. When there was no reply he muttered “1, 2, 3” and with a bang and a cloud of dust the door was hanging of its hinges. “Hello?” I called out. My hand on the gun at my belt I edged into the hall way. “Hello!” “Lets split up” Smithy said behind me. “Me and you can take downstairs, you three go upstairs” Smithy and I edged into the room on our left whilst the 3 officers ran up the stairs. The room we now entered was a living room, an also deserted. I loosened my grip on my gun and set about searching the room. It was medium sized and modestly furnished. A small plasma screen sat on the wall, a brown, fake leather sofa and a matching arm chair sat in front of it. Next to it was a small stove and a mantelpiece. A picture on the mantelpiece caught my attention. I stepped up to have a closer look. It was them. Jade and Albert. They were on a beach somewhere sunny and hot. They were both grinning. Jade was looking at the camera. Albert was looking at Jade. Lovingly. Adoringly. A shiver ran through me and I rubbed my arms. “It doesn’t feel right, does it?” Smithy said beside me”. “No… it doesn’t” A bang form directly above us followed by a cry of shock snapped us back to the present. “Jones! Smithy! I think you had better get up here! I think we’ve found your man! “
It was exactly the same as Jades murder. Right down to the creepy rose petals. “Homo” Smithy said under his breath. We were back at the station, in my office. I was nursing another strong black coffee. The tension in the station could be cut with a knife. No longer just a murderer. A serial killer. I tutted. “I don’t think he, or she, is gay Smithy. I think the petals are his trademark. And can you imagine returning, possibly from seeing something similar happen to your girlfriend, to a bed full or petals in the shape of a rose? I’m surprised he didn’t die of shock!” I tried to smile at Smithy but it wouldn’t come. Something about this case had freaked me out bad time. My phone vibrated in my pocket, making me jump. I pulled it out, I had a text. It was from jack. I smiled. “Hello my love! Hope your having a good day! I was wondering if you could come down at lunch, I miss you!” I sighed; I couldn’t leave the station now. Not when there was still a killer on the loose. I sighed and went to put the phone back in my pocket. “Wait” Smithy said. “Go, we can do without you for an hour or two, go” I looked at him and smiled gratefully. “Smithy, I couldn’t” “Go” He said, stressing the word. When Smithy stressed a word you did not disagree. “OK, OK, I’ll go!”
“Jack!” I called out as I went through the front door. “Jack!” “Up here!” His voice called out to me from our bedroom, I smiled, and trudged up the stairs and to my bedroom door. I opened the door . Jack was standing right in front of me, grinning at me. “My love” He said, kissing me softly “lie down, my love” And he stepped aside. On my bed was a red pool of rose petals, in the shape of a large, fat, heart. I looked at jack. He was smiling as he stepped towards me. The last thing I saw was his face smiling down at me before the cold agony of the knife sliding into my chest.
Tell me what you think!!! Matilda xxx
YouCanNotFindMe · Sat Dec 05, 2009 @ 01:45pm · 0 Comments |
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