Hello again everybody! :) I'm back after a longish break so I really hope you enjoy my latest story. Before you begin reading this creation I would like to thank Jazzola who has been amazing at helping me when the dreaded writers block turned up. You have given me some brilliant ideas and I really hope you enjoy reading...well here goes :D
Thick, oozing scarlet blood runs over my fingers and buries itself amongst my short nails. Her beautiful yet scorned face in a sea of red sits silently, eyes never to open again. Her blonde hair tumbles down over her shoulders and her breasts, thick and long and marked with red. The cut was clean. A slick thin blade ran itself round her jugular, opening her throat. Too much blood. I should cry but I don't. I should run away but I don't do that either. Instead lean forward and kiss her forehead, my bright lipstick leaves an imprint on her skin, my goodbye. Goodbye, but not an apology. She deserved it. Every bit. And I would do it again if I have too.
Standing up I moved to the bathroom and washed my hands in the small porcelain sink. I took my time, lathering the soap round my fingers and looking at my own reflection.
Bouncing, soft brunette curls encircle my face and I touch up my blusher and lipstick before leaving. Blinking my large brown eyes I take one last look, smile, before adjusting my blouse and skinny jeans and return to survey my crime scene. I've cleaned up, the place is immaculate and now it's time to bid farewell. One last thing. A photograph, and a comment. I grab a post-it note from the desk in the office and scribble with a biro onto the paper:
"I love you Maria. I have always loved you and I always will. But you took it one step too far this time."
Recapping the pen I put the note next to her corpse and blew another kiss before exiting the house, closing the door and walking away. I passed a woman and her dog as I headed down the street, a little faster than I anticipated, with all the excitement and adrenaline rushing through me. I could still see her apologetic gaze, willing me to stop. I could hear her begging. I could hear her scream. That wasn't her scream.
Turning, the woman looked at me in shock. She was stood by the window to the house. She'd seen Maria. And now I needed to run.
She's coming. Gene thought to himself as he watched the clock tick steadily past nine o'clock and sure enough the door burst open to reveal Alex Drake. Through his office door he admired his DI and her choice of clothing for today, a loose crimson blouse, tighter than tight black jeans and infamous red killer stilettos. Her white leather jacket was tossed onto the chair the minute she arrived as Shaz bustled over with a cup of tea and a catch up for her only other female colleague. Alex nodded, a smile and a comment and Shaz returned to her seat. Gene didn't leave his desk, knowing that Alex would soon come to him, the way it should be in his kingdom. Instead he poured two glasses of scotch and true to his word, lifting his head he spotted his DI opening the door.
"Little early for me Guv." She commented looking down.
"Who said they were for you?" Gene replied swiftly before downing both drinks with equal speed. She rolled her eyes but reframed from commenting. He watched her for a moment, eyes grazing her body, something else she was used too.
"Wha' can I do for you then bolls?" He asked, leaning back in his chair and watching his DI. She turned to face him, sitting on the edge of his desk.
"Anything new?" She asked as she fumbled for a reason as to why she had just walked into her DCI's office. Truth was, she was just so used to it that it became second nature to her now, so when she didn't have a reason, she was left to make something up. Quickly.
"Not ye' but its early." Just as the office once more descended into silence the desk sergeant, Viv came through the double doors and walked straight over before pausing to knock on the door. As he entered, he looked between Alex and Gene before explaining his reason for being there.
"Dead body found at 182 Gosthorpe Avenue Guv. Eye witness there and everything." Gene nodded, getting to his feet and donning his driving gloves and coat as Alex headed over to grab her own jacket.
"Ray, Chris this way." Gene issued the statement and the four of them left CID and headed down to the gleaming red Audi Quattro which sat outside Fenchurch East CID, the proudest possession of DCI Hunt.
Gosthorpe Avenue was a posh street, one of the more expensive areas in Fenchurch. The tall, light brick houses stretched to the sky and small balconies were decorated with flowers and other garden accessories. The house in question was no different to any other. The garden was neatly trimmed with rose bushes beneath the front window and an angel water fountain in the centre of the lawn. A painted white front door was ajar from the police officers and official tape stopped the public from stepping inside. The CID team ignored the tape, ducking under and headed through the first corridor and then into the living room.
Essentially, with the absence of blood and human body the living room was clean and simple, with an air of elegance to it. The leather cream sofa faced a large television screen and the coffee table sat on a fluffy rug. A beautiful light hung from the ceiling and photographs sat in frames along the shelf of the fireplace. The body lay to the right of the sofa in the passage between the corridor and the kitchen doorway. Her cause of death was clear for all to see.
"She bled to death, a clean slit through the throat. Ear to ear. All over her nice clean carpet too." the coroner roughly explained to them upon arrival. He then left them to it.
"Chris, go and find our eye witness, escort 'em back to CID." Gene told him and as Chris followed the coroner out of the house the others began to look around the living room. Alex headed to the side table against the wall and picked up the purse.
"No money taken." She viewed.
"Place like this, you'd see burglary a mile off." Ray commented as he checked the variety of titles on the bookshelf in the corner.
"ID though. Driver's license. Miss Maria Courtlin. 23 years old." Alex pulled out the little card with all the victims' details written upon.
"Courtlin?" Gene and Ray both looked up in shock and surprise. Alex gave them a look of pure bewilderment.
"Maria Courtlin is…or was the trophy wife of Dagger." Ray told her, but her confusion didn't fade.
"Dagger?"
"Darren 'dagger' Stevenson. Big time twat in Manchester. We 'ad him locked up for murder but 'is little gang got him out of it." Gene elaborated for her.
"And now they are living in London?" Alex asked.
"Last I 'eard dagger was dead." Ray brought up.
"Tha' prize bastard better not be on my spot or I'll make sure 'e goes down for summin'" Gene spat in anger. Clearly losing the murderer in Manchester was still infuriating the Guv. Alex and the others could only follow as he stormed away from the house and climbed into the driver's seat of the Quattro. Should they have been a few seconds later, he would have left without them.
Well there we go guys, chapter one done and dusted! What did you think? Read&&Review please :D I really appreciate all your comments, they inspire me. Chapter two will be on its way soon as i have a couple of reviews :D
