File My Heart Would Ya?
Chapter Two: How Communication Breakdown
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this chapter is dialogue heavy. I don't own Supernatural but if I did you bet your ass there would be lots of ladies kicking ass.
Ruby knew she was dreaming because Anna was wearing white. The delicate shift clung to her slender body like fairy silk. Her breath came out in long musical sighs that stirred a longing deep inside of her. Anna was besides her, touching her pale fingers to Ruby's bronze face. She traced the slashing cheekbones with care, she caught Anna's thumb between her bee-stung lips.
"You taste like cinnamon and French fries." Anna whispered in her ear.
"I bet you taste like chocolate cake."
"Wanna try?" Anna turned to pull the shift slowly up her ass. The lacey white panties she wore did nothing to hide her womanhood. Ruby hooked her thumbs around the lace and yanked them away. Anna turned while getting on all fours. Everything about her is rose tipped and sugar light; Ruby dips her tongue in for a taste. However, the sweet tang of pussy didn't register on her tongue instead came the stale fabric softener taste of her own pillowcase. Ruby awoke sucking on the edge of her pillow with a tiny bit of drool staining the cloth.
"Oh God damn it!"
The nightmarish torso lay on Jo's slab in a pool of yellow light.
"Fuck me." Chief Singer sighed. "We ain't got the man power to deal with this kind of bullshit. Tell me it's not a serial killer Jo. Give me anything other then that to feed the press." Her stepfather suddenly appeared a decade older then he was before.
"Dad I'm sorry. All the evidence points to the same person who did the first killing. Look at the saw wounds." She pointed to the armless socket on the persons left side. "Saw marks with the same diamond pattern as the first killer. This isn't just any old hack this guy used a bone saw. He cut through the joints, I think he has medical training of some point. We found the same type of heroin in this poor woman's system. Not to mention her breasts are missing and her genitals have been mutilated beyond recognition. The only thing that's different is that the woman was tortured longer. She has cigarette burns in her throat."
"What kind of sick fuck would do this to someone?"
"I don't know Pop. I don't know. You had better keep Milton and Cortez on this they're the best we got." She admitted begrudgingly.
"Aw, that's cute. Can I get that on a plaque." Ruby smirked from the doorway. The medical examiner glared until she saw Anna wander in. Anna was dressed for the press today; a tight white blouse with a black pencil skirt highlighted her long legs and slender waist. She looked drop dead gorgeous. Ruby felt underdressed in her baggy jeans that did nothing to show off her tiny figure. Even Jo looked nice today wearing a fashionable yet work appropriate dress under her lab coat. Ruby was a blackbird amongst mockingbirds.
"Well ladies I expect I don't have to repeat myself since Sophia here was creeping outside the kitchen door." Jo busied herself by putting up the crime sign photos of the two murders side by side. Several of the photos were the blown up images of the saw lines, the crisp line of a surgical implement was clear from the skin tearing. If it had been with a power tool or a hand saw the cuts would be more jagged and uneven looking.
"Yeah yeah, heroin, genital mutilation, fun times. Did you get an I.D. on our first vic?"
"Yup, it took me two states but I found the guy. Victor Henricksen he was one of ours for a while. Looks like he was on the path to becoming an FBI agent till he found the brown horse. Poor guy crashed and burned. We got him in here for drug trafficking in Jersey as well as grand theft auto in Connecticut. No family either. His parents and only brother died in a car accident three years ago."
"And our second vic?" Anna tilted her head in the direction of the torso on the slab. The bloodless meat sack looked like something off of a twisted butchers rack. If it weren't for the strong airflow and the low temperature the scent of decay would be heavy. Ruby's hands twitched at her side, she wanted to get this show on the road. With no family or friends this victim would lead to a dead end.
"That was easier. Meg Masters here was charged for prostitution and theft right here in New York. Meg here has got a sister uptown." Jo covered the body with a white sheet.
"You girls know the drill. Go and question Maggie Masters and find out if she knows anything." The chief plopped down in a spare chair with a heavy sigh. He placed his head in his hands wishing he could get an ounce of sleep with this job.
"Anything for you old man. We'll be back in two shakes of a lambs tail." She clicked her fingers at him and flew out the door with her partner right behind her.
Uptown the boxy white apartment looked shabby next to its more modern neighbors. This apartment building had glass and iron, badly done stucco and wooden balconies well beyond the safety code.
"You be good cop I'll be bad cop?" Ruby suggested with a smirk. She slapped on her black aviators for an extra edge. Whenever they played this game the brunette liked to stand with her legs apart and hands on her hips to display her gun. She loved showing off the gun to male suspects the most; it was the feminist equivalent of waving one's dick around.
"Rub, I don't think we'll need to do role play for this one. This woman is about to find out her sister is dead. You be you and I'll be me."
"Great. Fine. Take all the fun out of it why don't you." Ruby pouted while Anna pursed her lips in annoyance. They took the steps two at time to reach the third floor quickly.
"Seriously, Ruby—empathy and understanding. We took sensitivity training just for this type of situation. I know you've got it in you. Besides, you catch more flies with honey then with vinegar."
"Anna I'm not sure if you know this or not but we're trying to catch a dope dealing serial killer, not bugs."
"Shut up you dweeb." She giggled. "Act professional."
"No you." Anna suppressed another round of the giggles. Anna knocked on the door with a heavy this-is-the-police hand that made the frame shake. Within a minute the door yanked open to reveal a thin, dark haired woman with a round cherubic face. Though cute there was something about the curve of her lips that was sinister.
"May I help you ladies?" The woman purred in a voice reminiscent of a lounge singer.
"Yes, I'm Detective Milton and this is Detective Cortez. We need to talk to you about your sister miss Masters. May we come in?"
"Sure…wait are you in vice or…?"
"Homicide, Miss Masters."
"So theoretically if you see any drug paraphernalia you can't arrest me right?" The girl did look a little stoned. Her eyes were red around the corners while her graphic tee shirt was riddled with Dorito crumbs.
"Uh…Cortez you wanna help me with this one?"
"Go put your theoretical bong away and we won't arrest you, theoretically."
"Right. One sec." She slammed the door leaving the two police officers smirking on her doorstep. Five minutes later the door swung up to allow them in. The two-bedroom apartment was small. There were no hallways just an open kitchen/family room with two doors side-by-side leading to the bedrooms. Where the sliding glass door once stood now was a plank of wood keeping out the heat. The apartment smelled faintly of good weed, dollar store candles and even cheaper perfume.
The girl threw herself on a saggy blue couch and offered the equally beat up purple love seat to the officers. There was cat hair all over it but no sign of a cat anywhere in the apartment. Anna perched like a bird on the cushion leaving plenty of room for her partner to spread across the small sofa.
"So what's this about homicide?" She asked whilst lighting a cigarette. Ruby decided to play hardball with this one. Maggie Masters probably wouldn't find Anna's brand of sweetness to her taste.
"Miss Masters I'm afraid your sister Meg is dead. Her body was discovered earlier this morning." Ruby laid it all out on the table. The woman appeared shocked.
"No. No, you don't understand. I'm Meg. You mean it's my sister, Maggie? But Maggie would never get into trouble like that! Oh god!" The misidentified woman began to cry. They weren't the heaving sobs the homicide team usually got but rather small cracks in her armor spilling down her face.
"Wait, you're Meg? How is that possible? Your DNA popped up with your criminal chargers." Anna tilted her head to the side in a trademark move all of her siblings shared.
"We're identical twins. Maggie is the good one I'm the extreme fuck up. Here, I have a picture of her when she graduated." She grabbed a photograph off the coffee table. The silver frame showed Meg and a blonder version of Meg holding hands excitedly. The blonde version had a white graduation gown on and her brown eyes crinkled from a wide smile. "She's a Doctor, you know. She has her PhD in psychology. She just found a practice she likes and even has a few patients." Meg's armor broke completely, leaving her a messy pool of tears on the broken blue couch.
Anna did her best to comfort the broken woman but the brutal nature of Maggie's murder left Meg in a painful place. Ruby tried to ask the girl procedural homicide questions but she was so messed up she couldn't even talk straight. Anna took over and led the girl through a gentler version of questioning. Many of the questions ended up being a no. Except for one: could there be anyone in your sister's life that wanted to hurt her?
"Yeah she had a problem with her new boss. He's always saying inappropriate stuff to her. We spoke on the phone yesterday and she said he made a pass at her that sounded more like he wanted to eat her. " Meg wiped her eyes with the heel of her hands. Anna and Ruby looked at one another, maybe this wasn't a dead end after all.
"Where did you say she worked again?"
