Rockabye baby, on the tree top...
She seemed so peaceful, her red hair splayed across her pillow as the soft noises of sleep passed her lips. She could have been a porcelain doll.
He ran a hand softly over her cheek. He could have easily been attracted to her, her beauty, her compassion, the fire in her soul... He felt so strange to be able to be there, in her bedroom with her... Surreal, really, if he thought about it.
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
He slowly pulled the covers back and sat in the empty spot next to her. Her bed was so warm and inviting, the mattress alone would probably cost more than most hoods made in a year.
He reached down to the floor and fumbled around in his bag for a few minutes before pulling something heavy out. He put it on the pillow, then pulled the blankets back up, as though to make the bed virtually undisturbed. He would have liked to lay next to her, but he had to be going.
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall...
"Uh, Chief? We got a strange call. I don't... Uh... Things are rough out there and I don't... Well, I think I could use a hand investigating this one."
Officer Higgins was new to the force and hadn't dealt with a lot of the crap that went on in Tulsa. Bless his soul, he was no dummy, but the recent murders and deaths that had gripped the town had taken its toll on even the most seasoned officers. Everyone was shook up.
"Whats the call about?"
"Er, the Valance residence. I know where it was, I was there to question the girl just a few weeks ago. It seems that, uh, someone broke into their house last night. Left them an, er, a present."
"A present?"
"I might have misunderstood the woman. She was pretty hysterical."
"Spit it out."
"I thought she said it was a severed head."
And down will crash baby, cradle and all.
