Thank you for the review, BlackCat46. I appreciate it. If there's anyone else I missed while typing the story, I'm sorry. Okay, so back to the story.
CHAPTER 1
(Nina's POV)
I stir up from bed as I hear Fabian answering a call. "I'll be right there…", he shouts to the phone and then puts it down, and he hurriedly gets himself ready for what seemed to be work. I call out to him, "Fabian, what's the matter? Why are you up this early? You promised to stay in the apartment with me, remember? It's your day off." I pout at him, whereas he kisses me in the lips and apologizes, "I'm sorry Neens, but I have to go examine this dead body they found on the 24th. I promise to get home as soon as possible, okay?" "Isn't there anybody else to take the call?" "I don't know. They said they needed me, specifically." "Oh." I stand up, and help him prepare for work.
Fabian finishes preparing for work just 5 minutes after the call. It must have really been an urgent matter. "Bye, Neens. I'm really sorry. I will make it up to you later." "I know you will." We smile at each other, and then we fall to a passionate kiss, but Fabian breaks it off, promising me, "Later". He opens the door and hurriedly leaves our apartment, as I smile, thinking what would be at store later.
I return to bed and continue sleeping.
(Fabian's POV)
I drive as fast as I can to the 24th, where the cops and investigators are waiting for me to arrive. When I arrive, the cops point me to the spot where the body is. It had been surrounded by yellow tape, so I get under it and ask the head of police, a guy named Barnes, "What do we have here?" He looks to me and apologizes, "I'm sorry for waking you up, Mr. Rutter, but I think you may be interested in this case." He hands me a note, adding "This note was from the killer. I think you should read it."
The note read, 'I see you have found my note. Consider this girl a present from me to you. I left the body for you to find, and it seems that you have found it. Kisses to all of you... P.S. Watch out for more presents. P.P.S. I hope we see each other very soon.' It had a smiley face and a heart symbol at the end.
I shake my head, thinking, "Only a psychopath would care to write this note. A female psychopath." That much was clear at how the note was written. I examine the body, starting with her neck, where it seemed that it was where she bled to death. I was puzzled to find that there was almost no blood around the body, when I was sure that when there should be much more blood than this. The body must have been moved from somewhere else. I look around for clues to help me paint a picture as to what happened, but there were no clues to speak of. I think to myself, "Wow, this killer is very careful. No traces at all." I try to scour the body for evidence, but all I found was some small bruises which had no use whatsoever. It only told me that there was a struggle, and that it did not last long. I tell the head of police to wrap up the body for doctors to examine in their lab, and to call me if something arises. I walk away from the scene, deep in thought. "Who was this psychopath? What did she want? Will she strike again, as she place on her not? If so, when? What will she do?"
I walk down the street and decide to enter a café to order breakfast. It also gave me time to think, before I headed home.
This is what I do for a living. I work from home, assisting investigators in interesting cases that have a degree of difficulty in them, which meant I have seen many cases, but nothing like this. I had a feeling that this was going to be my most difficult case yet. I had this terrible feeling that this female may become a serial murderer and strike terror onto the city, but I had to keep my hopes up. Every killer leaves behind a trail of evidence that can point to him/her at some point. But doubts started to creep onto my mind. What if she does not get caught? I would take blame for it, because that's just who I am.
My thoughts get interrupted by the waiter, who places the order on the table. I silently thank her, then resume to my thoughts. I started to think about the site of the body, and I couldn't help but think about the missing blood. I had this feeling that the body was not moved at all, but evidence was conflicting as to what really happened.
I finish my breakfast, pay for my food, and the head home. I figure it would be better to head home, as maybe Nina can help me with this. It was what I all needed to do sometimes, another head to think this through. And I had to make good on my promise.
Any guess on who the killer is, so early in the story? You want a continuation? Please review.
