Psych
Gotcha
Chapter 1- A childhood memory
Santa Barbra, 1986
Henry Spencer paced around the police station. Every police officer with any sense stood well clear of Henry. He was beyond pissed and extremely worried. Already Henry had snapped at 15 police officers and reduced three grown men to tears. A young rookie by the name of Karen Vic watched by the sidelines as Henry paced and snapped at anyone who addressed him.
Henry wasn't the only one who was tense. There was a serial killer on the loose. Already 5 children had gone missing and had turned up dead two weeks later. The killer was playing a game with them. He would leave clues for the police to find but they were always one step to short. The next clue would be where to find the victims body. They had named this serial killer the Parent.
The reason Henry Spencer was so tense and pissed was that Shawn, his son, was the sixth victim to be kidnapped. It had already been nearly a full week and they were no closer to finding Shawn. Thunder boomed in the background as the rain pounded down.
"What have we got?" Henry snapped at a nearby police officer.
"err- well....I mean-" the poor officer stuttered, terrified.
"Henry!" the Captain snapped. "You should not be here"
"This is my son. I have to find him," Henry snapped back.
"You are too emotionally involved in this," the captain said. He rested a hand on Henry's shoulder.
Henry remained quiet while silently fuming. He would not allow this serial killer get Shawn.
Unnoticed to all of the officers, a young boy wondered silently through the police station.
"We can't just do nothing, I will not let the killer get him," Henry shouted at the captain.
Karen Vic looked down as she noticed something moving. She saw a young boy walking quietly, dripping wet. She opened her mouth and let out a small gasp. Nobody heard it over Henry's shouts.
"Dad?" Shawn said quietly. Henry whipped around and looked down. Shawn was dripping wet, shaking and was stained with blood. Henry immediately dropped to his knees and pulled Shawn into a hug.
Present Day
The police station was hectic. Chief of Police Karen Vic walked quickly out of her office and into the main entrance were every police officer was gathered. She held one phone to her ear as she walked in.
"Get in her right now!" she snapped and slammed her phone shut.
"Alright, listen up," Karen said. "Some of you may remember the serial killer the Parent," Silence fell across the room. "Well, he's back. This morning we found a picture and a riddle on the front steps," Karen clicked the pointer and on a projector screen came up a picture of a young boy, unconscious and blood ran from his nose.
"This is the riddle," Karen continued. She clicked again.
Welcome back to our fun little game,
I'm sure you all remember how to play.
Two weeks is all you have, it's not the same,
For every year it's different, I have to say.
To the one who got away, best you hide because I'm coming.
Thunder boomed in the background and rain pelted the roof. Just like that night.
Shawn and Gus walked into where all the officers were all standing, rain drops sprinkled in Shawn's hair and their clothes slightly wet.
"Sup, Chief," Shawn said, smiling. Karen didn't smile.
"What's going on?" Gus asked, noticing everyone mood.
"The Parent serial killer is back," Jules said grimly.
No one noticed Shawn's eyes dart to Karen except for her. He swallowed and looked nervously at Karen. Gus was to absorbed in the case to notice. Quietly Karen moved over to Shawn and he moved to her.
"The Parent?" Gus asked.
"A serial killer who kidnaps kids for two weeks and then kills them, leaving only one clue to find them and then one more when they are dead to find the body," Lassie explained and indicated to the projector. "He's back,"
Gus read over the riddle and looked at the kid.
"To the one who got away, best you hide because I'm coming?" Gus said, confused.
"Apparently, out of all the kids who were kidnapped, the sixth one got away," Jules explained. "So, after that, every year, the Parent kidnaps six children and then stops,"
"So who was the sixth child who got away?" Gus asked.
Lassie and Jules shrugged. Every police officer looked to one another, unsure of who it was.
"No body knows," Jules said.
"Yes we do," Karen said. Everyone slowly turned to look at her and Shawn.
Shawn was pale and looked shaken.
"It was me."