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"Come on, Hayley, open the door!" Jodi Graham called out, banging loudly on her friend's front door. The cold wind was creeping through her thin jacket as she stepped aside and peered through the window. There was no sign of her friend, but the car in the driveway and the coat on the rack betrayed that Hayley indeed had to be home. "Damn it."
She rounded the house to try the back door, only to find it locked. With a sigh, she took her phone out of her pocket and as she was typing Hayley's number, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. There was movement inside. Leaning a little to the right, she saw the shadow of someone rushing through the house towards the front door. Jodi quickly ran towards the front at the sound of a car being started. She yelled Hayley's name, but was too late to stop the car.
She threw her hands up in frustration. Her breath looked like a cloud in the air as she breathed out through her mouth. Suddenly, her breath hitched. The front door was open. Hayley never left the front door open. She moved towards the door and scanned the hall. "Oh Gosh," she whispered under her breath at the sight of a blood trail running up the stairs. Jodi held her breath and climbed the staircase, not knowing what she'd find.
Hayley's bedroom was the first door on the right, but it was big, but empty. Then it was the guest room on the left, but that one had no sign of Hayley either. Only one room remained. The bathroom. She slowly opened the door and nearly jumped out of her skin. Her scream echoed through the house as tears filled her eyes and she covered her mouth. Smears of blood covered the mirror completely, the bath was filled with ice cubes and syringes and the air had a hint of disinfectant.
A couple hours later
A loud ringing noise woke up the raven haired girl who was comfortably lying in her bed. She groaned at the sound and glanced at the clock, reluctantly reaching out for her phone. "This better be good, it's 7 a.m., I still have half an hour of sleep left."
"What, no good morning?"
"Good morning, Frost," the girl sarcastically said, stretching while trying to cover a yawn behind her hand. "Now what is so important you have to call now? Can't it wait until I'm at work?"
"There's been a murder, Jane. One block away from you. A girl just called it in."
"Couldn't they have waited until, like, the afternoon or something?" Jane sighed, throwing the bed sheets off her body. She got up from bed and moved towards her kitchen, taking a pen and a piece of paper out the drawer. "Alright, give me the address and I'll be there asap." She noted down the address Frost dictated before ending the call.
"Seven a.m.? Really? Who calls in a murder at seven a.m.?" she said to herself while walking towards the bathroom to get ready. "Don't they ever sleep?" It didn't take long for Jane to get ready. She just had to comb her hair, brush her teeth, apply some make up, change into her clothes and jump in her boots. Skipping breakfast, she grabbed her keys from the counter and left her apartment.
Halfway down the stairs, she realized she had forgotten something. Sighing, she turned around and took two stairs at a time in order to be quicker and as she opened her door, Joe was waiting next to his bowl with his head tilted slightly to the right. "No, I didn't forget you," she quickly said, opening the pantry and taking out the dog food. She gave Joe some dog food, but the dog refused to eat. "Okay, fine, I did forget you and I'm sorry for that, is that what you want to hear?" With another tilt of his head, he seemed to be satisfied and he began to eat. "Seriously?" Jane shook her head and left to go to the crime scene.
It only took her two minutes to get to the house and as she got out of her car, a black Lexus drove up right next to her. "You look awfully happy this early in the morning," Jane said as the medical examiner stepped out of her car, her blue blouse neatly tucked away in her black skirt. "Why are you so happy?"
The smile on Maura's face only grew as she shrugged her shoulders.
"So you're too happy to tell me?" Jane questioned, following Maura in the house.
"There are reddish brown stains on the carpet," Maura noted, ignoring Jane. She pointed to the drops that were leading to the stairs.
"Why don't you just call it blood?"
"Maybe it's something else," Maura answered casually, looking up to see Jane with a raised eyebrow. "Like, strawberry juice."
"Right, right," Jane nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "You do know you still owe me your half of the deal we made where you had me running in that stupid puke outfit, right?"
Maura squinted her eyes at the detective and took in a deep breath. "It is… possible that these stains are blood."
"Possible? That's hardly admitting it."
"You were still asleep when Frost called you, weren't you?" Maura commented, continuing her way up the stairs and pointing out the blood trail.
"Does my face look that horrible?" Jane asked, following Maura up the stairs and to the bathroom.
"No, you're just extra grumpy when you're disrupted from your sleep."
"Jee, thanks." The detective let out a small sarcastic laugh as the medical examiner opened the door. Jane's eyes went wide open. "Well, that's original."
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