Chapter 1
Austin's POV
"Someone call Detective Dawson, she needs to be here for this one." I said after looking at the sight before him. I knew that if something like this had happened to me, I would want to know right away, and I would want Ally to tell me.
Ally and I had been best friends since we were sixteen. We had graduated high school together, and we had joined the academy together, and now, we were fighting crime together.
"Sir, is that...?" the newbie, Jacob, asked.
"I don't know. Will you please call Detective Dawson?" I replied.
"Yes, sir." Jacob hurried off to make the call, too terrified to remain too close to the body, as if it were cursed.
What was happening? This was so weird. This girl...No, it couldn't be. Ally was alive, and well. I had dropped her off himself last night, and she was a detective. She had a gun, and she knew how to use it. She would be okay. Right?
"Sir, she's on her way. She said she hates you for waking her up so early." Jacob called jarring me from my thoughts. Relief could not even begin to describe the way I was feeling. She was okay, and she was herself. I smiled at the thought of her hating me; I knew just how much she needed her "beauty" sleep.
Twenty minutes later, her car pulled up. I got up to greet her. "Hey Alls. Sorry to wake you up so early, but I thought you might want to see this one." She only grunted in reply. "Alls, come on. You can't be mad at me for showing you this."
I pulled her over towards the body. The body had been dismembered, and severely destroyed, but the face was still recognizable. Ally gasped, and swallowed hard. I saw her pinch herself. This was not good. That girl. The DEAD girl looked just exactly like Ally. She had the same dark brown hair with caramel highlights, and the same brown doe eyes. In fact, the only difference between this girl and Ally was that this girl was dead.