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Peter sat in the living room as Dani moved about in the kitchen. He was resting from their fun filled day and now he was relaxing. He had tried to persuade Dani to eat out, but she insisted that she cook him a home-cooked meal. Now as he watched her opening cabinets, Peter couldn't help but think that she was only doing this because he hadn't gotten a job yet. It felt like she was patronizing him or something. Knowing this eerie feeling wasn't going to go away, Peter stood and entered the kitchen.
"Dani, you really don't have to do this." Peter told her as he leaned against the wall panel.
Dani turned and smiled. She was head over heels for Peter; she would do anything for him. Although she wasn't sure if her heart was ready for more, she was willing to take the necessary steps with him. "It's fine babe. I want to do this."
"I prefer we eat out. It's not a problem, I can cover the bill."
"I said I didn't want to eat out." Dani glared at Peter, "I want to cook, is that a crime?"
"I'm not saying you can't, I just thought you would prefer takeout instead of dine-in."
Dani dropped the spatula in the sink and cut the stove off. "Well since you are so adamant on eating out, why don't you do it by yourself." Throwing the skillet into the sink, Dani pushed past Peter and grabbed her jacket.
Peter ran after her and tried pleading with her not to be angry but it was too late. She didn't like the way Peter was acting tonight and she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted out of his apartment. "Let go of me Peter."
"No, why are you so upset? It was just a suggestion."
"Because you have been doing this ever since I brought of the job search. I know you have money Peter but there is no reason to just go blow it on frivolous things like food when we have perfectly good food in this apartment."
Biting his enter cheek, Peter knew Dani was right. He just wanted to prove himself, show her that he was still in control, but this wasn't the way to do it. "Dani please forgive me. I need to check my ego, but I don't want you to think I can't provide and take care of us."
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Dani licked her lips. "I know you can, but you can challenge me every time your ego wants to play hardball. I'm not doing this, not tonight." Yanking her arm from his grasp finally, she opened the door. "Goodnight Peter."
At nine thirty, Megan was walking in the door to her apartment. She was exhausted and this case wasn't helping matters. She had figured out that the bodies had been tampered with and someone had left great fingerprints behind, but that still wasn't helping close the case. Dropping everything by the door, Megan treaded into the bedroom. Her shower started and she finished peeling away her under garments and jumped into the shower. The water slid down her skin as an enervated sigh escaped her lips. Finishing her shower, Megan dried off and sat on the bed. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together the little evidence that the lab had given them. Nothing was making since to her and she had become aggravated.
Two guns, seven gunshots, John Doe dead, John Doe's killer dead, and blood from both victims with a faulty crime scene. Something in her gut didn't feel right. It was as if the crime didn't make sense. Like someone had put the two dead men in their tracks to throw them off their trail, but who would do that?
Megan leaned over and grabbed her phone as she dialed Ethan's number. The phone rang once before she heard the super hyperactive nerd's voice.
"Ethan, go back to the lab and rerun that blood we found at the crime scene."
"Any reason why Dr. Hunt, we already got a report on it."
"I don't care Ethan. I think we need to test it again but test it against both men and not just John Doe's," Megan snapped into the receiver.
"Yes, Dr. Hunt." Ethan said and hung up.
Megan rested against her plush pillows as she put her phone back on the nightstand. She opened her top drawer, retrieved her favorite book "The Love Key", and began flipping through the pages. Tonight she would distress with a good read and pick up fresh tomorrow morning.
Three thirty blinked on Megan's digital clock as her phone shrieked in the dark. Who in the world was up at this time of night, she thought? Jumping to her feet, her mind automatically thought of Lacey as she grabbed for the phone.
"Lacey? Are you ok? Lacey!" Megan hollered into the phone.
"It's not Lacey, it's me…Sam," the detective answered.
There was a long pause before Megan spoke again, "Is everything alright Sam? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, Megan. You on the other hand aren't. I need you to get dressed as soon as possible."
Megan's facial expression was that of complete shock. "Where in the world is going on, Sam?"
"Megan, just do what I say. Bud is on his way to get you. Something we found and you need protection."
Just as Megan was about to respond, a knock at her door took away her thought. She told Sam to hold on as she got up and put her robe on. She looked through the peephole and saw no and was about to retreat back to her room when…BAM!
She never saw it coming. As her eyes closed, a flash of white was the last thing Megan saw before she hit the floor.
Sam continued hollering in the phone but she knew Megan wasn't there. In the back of her mind, she hoped Megan was fighting and could hold on until Bud got there, but when she heard complete silence…she knew, Megan was gone.
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