Chapter 2:
Her ebony knee high boots echoed through the now dark and empty city of Metropolis. The cold wind blew straight through her long wool coat as she made her way to the recent crime scene. Rain has started to fall and permeate through her hood, making her hair damp to the touch. It was a miserable night to be outside but she needed to see the scene again.
Finally she arrived at the location, a narrow allyway with grimy walls and the ground dark from the filth of rats and garbage. It reeked of excrement and death. It was the sort of place the people wouldn't go to, nor the so called Justice League. She had just passed the monument that had been build in the honor of the greatest 'hero' of this great city, Superman. But she had never seen any of the heroes, much less the man of steel, in these parts of town. She looked to the wall where the quote had been scrawled only to see that it had been painted over. Whitewashed. Like everything else that happened in this borough of the city.
She knelt down and touched the wet ground. She knew why there wasn't a murder weapon present. It had been washed away; never to be found...
"A blade of ice," a deep voice said from behind her, startling her. In seconds she had her gun out and locked onto the tall male that snuck up on her without making a sound. He wore a nearly floor length brown trench coat over broad shoulders, tied at the waist, with a matching fedora, now darkened by the moisture of the rain. The fedora covered most of his facial features except for a squared heavy set jaw and a straight, expressionless set of lips.
Although she couldn't see the man's face, she knew who it was, but she did not lower her steadily raised gun. "Why are you here, John Jones?" She asked with a harsh glare. She didn't like being snuck up on, and much less by someone who barely had a name and no background whatsoever.
"Same reason you are Detective Valentine. We're working for the same purpose, so lowering the weapon would be considerate," he mused, his deep voice showing no sarcasm and only slight variations in his tone of voice. Almost robotic.
She thought for a second before lowering he gun. If he wanted to cause her harm, he would have done it while her back was turned. "...were you following me?" She questioned.
"That's not important," he retorted without a thought, "but the fact that the Bible murderer, as you call it, is smarter than we thought..."
'Straight to business I see...' She prattled in her mind.
He hesitated before continuing, "they have gotten rid of the weapon by using something that would disappear in time, and in the dampness of the night, a wet spot on the ground would go unnoticed."
Despite she not liking him, he was right. She nodded, "it would eventually evaporate with rain and leave nothing behind." This killer was nothing she had ever encountered before. So prepared. So perfect.
"But no one is perfect," he added to her surprise. He seemed to be responding to her thoughts. Maybe she had less of a poker face than she thought. "He will eventually make a mistake... And we will be there to catch it."
"But how long will that take?" She asked with a sigh, "how many more couples have to die before we can catch him?!" It angered her. She wasn't going to wait. She was going to find him. The night was getting darker and she was reminded of her own safety.
"Good night, detective Jones. I'm going home and I will not hesitate to shoot you if you follow, " She stated as she began to walk out of the alley.
He nodded in agreement and began to walk in the opposite direction past her. Her arm brushed against his before he turned a corner into a backroad and was gone.
She took out a tracking device and a small green dot appeared on the screen; Moving along thin green road lines. "Let's see what you're hiding Mr. Jones, " She murmured.