Finally I was able to wrote another chapter ;) Hope you'll like it Xx

Yorkshire, 19.06.02.

Mitchell Rice stopped his car as he noticed few police cars parked on the side, and yellow tape gleaming in the blue light, surrounding the staying on the middle of road vehicle. He removed from clipboard his ID card and got out from the car. He was going to go under the tape, when young officer appeared in front of him with hand stretched out toward him, successfully blocking his way.

'You can't go there, sir.'

'I'm sergeant Mitchell Rice.' He showed him his ID card.

'You're not from our commissariat.' The officer noticed, glancing at him suspiciously.

'I'm here accidentally, just trying to get to my home.' He said with soft smile and hid ID card when the man gave him it back. 'What happened here? Look I'm pretty sure inspector Crafty wouldn't have nothing against to my small help here. He's my good friend and I guess your superior, am I right, lad?' The officer looked at him unhappy, didn't hide his irate.

'Twenty-eight years old man shot twice in the chest in his own car.' He finally replied with a sigh. 'From the documents we found in his clipboard, we know it's Michael Lúthie. You should heard about him.'

'Yea, he was the musician?' He asked without interest.

'A good one. Just wait as these bloody hyenas will arrive here and making a mess around wanting to know who just helped him to go for the other side.' The other man rolled his eyes irate, not quite interest about officer's point of view about journalists.

'I guess nobody see anything?' The sergeant asked as he turned around the empty road, surrounding by the forest on both sides. There was any building in the vicinity, no lights, no side roads.

'That's right. The murderer chose a perfect place for it.' Yes, the place was perfect.

'The murderer was in car with victim?'

'Probably was waiting for him, here. We found a foot stamp on the bush, not far from the car. Besides the road is blocked with a trunk, which doesn't lay here accidentally, I'm afraid. The man needed to stop, cause there wasn't any chance to pass by it.'

'Then murderer attacked him...Can I see the car?'

'Ask pathologist. I heard she found something in the car.' The officer replied and looked at Mitchell's hand. 'Ouch, it looks pretty bad. What have you doing?'

'Mate has very friendly dog.' He replied with a slight smile and hid his bleeding hand to the pocket. 'Is there Anne Sharman?' He asked as he noticed pathologist working precisely around the car. Her red, soft hair bounded in pony tail and melodious voice, he could recognize everywhere.

'One and the same.' The officer replied with a grin, which quickly disappeared as he noticed Mitchell's warning look. 'You can go, sir.'

He quietly walked toward pathologist and laid his hand on her arm, making her jump slightly. He chuckled as the woman faced him with indulgent look and hands on the hips. Her bright green eyes widened a little as she recognized the face.

'Oh my God, who I see here?' She said amused, shaking her head. 'Constable Mitchell Rice.'

'Sergeant.' He corrected her softly with wide smile.

'Sergeant, eh? So much changed during one year?' She smiled sweetly and took off the plastic gloves from hands and throwing them to her bag. 'What are you doing here, Mitchell? It's not your district since I know.'

'Just coming back to home, Anne. Can I take a look?'

'It's not your case.' She noticed, giving him heavy look.

'Well since I don't see nobody important here, it's nobody case.' He replied with a grin and looked above her arm at the window car, where he noticed man's head and hands still keeping hardly the steering wheel.

'Do what you want. There's no chance for anyone to stop you from this.' She sighed amused and moved on the side, giving the man more space. Mitchell bended over and squeezed slightly his eyes to see better the crime scene. From his distance, the inside seemed to drowning in victim's thick blood, red streaks flowing down the side glass with two holes from the cartridges. In the centre of it was sitting a young man with a very pale face and half-opened grey eyes staring without life ahead, looking like a broken puppet left by his master. He caught himself at searching for a strings, like he forgot that everything was about the human. Exactly about the man who not long time ago was so alive like Mitchell, he was the man of flesh and blood, and this macabre scene only confirming it.

'It makes me shiver. It looks like bloody spectacle.' Mitchell spoke up as he straightened up and looked up at Anne. Yes, he was shivered. At all. He felt like he was taking a part at some cheap class B horror. The props were already then, and the actors just came in, unaware their roles.

'Yea, this place is terrifying. Just look around. Everything was prepared in the smallest details. Even the trunk, didn't appear on the road without reasons.' She said quietly, shaking her head. 'I finish it and going back to home as quickly it's possible. I still have such a strange feeling like someone is watching us all the time.'

'It's scene and we're actors.' Mitchell mumbled so quietly, that Anne didn't hear him. 'The young officer who stopped me, told me you found something...Some prints perhaps?'

'Nah, it's clean. But...' She moved closer to the window and pointed at man's face. 'I noticed he has a clenched jaw like he has something in mouth. I tried to opened them, but without major results. I guess I need to take him to the mortuary, before I find out what he's hiding and use something stronger than my hands. Maybe he has something which belonging to his murderer.' She said with a slight smile.

'I guess it's very likely.' He shrugged with a slight smile. 'I look around for a little since boys doing their jobs.' He added as he noticed policemen in the bushes searching for footsteps or other prints.

'Fine. I'm going to phone to superintendent and ask him to send a car for a body.' Anne said. 'It was nice to meet you again, Mitchell.'

'You too, Anne.' He replied with charming smile and walked out toward the trunk as Anne disappeared somewhere. He wondered who wanted to put so much effort to create such a spectacle only to kill a man? He could do it everywhere, he didn't need to wait for him like a spider in his burrow stalking for his careless victim. Why he chose this place? How the hell he knew that Michael Lúthie will be here? There were so many questions and any answers yet, till they open his mouth and see if he was hiding there an important evidence which would help them to find a murderer.

He looked above the trunk at yellow tape and smiled awry at journalists crowding around the crime scene and trying to learn something from the policemen what happened and who is the victim...but knowing them they already knew it. Between cameras and flashes, they were standing a local inhabitants lured by police cars and journalists huge vehicles, with curious trying to find out what just happened in the usually sleepy Yorkshire.

Suddenly above his head he heard a shot and people crowding around the tape started screaming terrified. He quickly pulled out his gun and ran toward them, trying to localize a place where that happened. He noticed Anne saying fiercely superintendent by the phone what just happened, and policemen running for the all crime scene.

'It has to be him!' The one of the constables yelled to Mitchell. In hands holding tightly his gun. He yelled to journalists to stop filming and waggled his gun accenting the same his words. Mitchell passed by him and stopped not far away from the tape, where he noticed three officers swearing loudly and kicking the remains of something lying peacefully on the road.

'It was petard.' The one of them yelled. 'Bloody kids and their fucking games! I'm pretty sure they did it specially, only to see us running around like a blind rats! When I get this who did this...' He tightened his fists and gave murderous look to the younger man observing him with amused.

Mitchell shook his head, hide his gun and returned back, already knowing why he never wanted kids. They only making problems around and making a fool of you when you only give them a chance. He was next to Anne's car when he heard her scream and saw her pale face as she suddenly jumped back from the victim's car.

'Why the hell nobody watching the car!?' She yelled furiously at policemen, couldn't believe how irresponsible and stupid they're.

'There was a shot...' The one of them tried clumsily explained himself.

'That's why everybody has to ran out?!' She yelled and hide face in hands. 'I don't know how we're going to explain it superintendent.'

'What happened?' Mitchell asked them, but after one look at car he didn't need an answer. The car seemed look the same as before, except that one thing wasn't match to the rest...or he should say was missing. With horror he was looking at body's victim and on the seat where should be Michael Lúthie's head, but now there were only more blood and torn skin of the neck. He couldn't believe but when they were running like stupid only to found out the petard, the murderer came back and just like that cut victim's head. He heard rumors behind his back as few policemen running quickly toward the witnesses, with guns in hands.

'He has to be here!' Mitchell shouted, feeling like his heart beating in his chest as crazy. 'Stop everybody, nobody can't leave the crime scene!'

'But, Sir...'

'The murderer is still there. Check everybody!' Mitchell ordered. 'It wasn't kid. I bet it was him, he did this to turn our attention. Fuck!'

'But how we will find him?' The young constable asked him stupidly.

'He has bloody head with yourself! Check the cars. He couldn't disappear just like that!' But as he found out later, he could.

* * *

'You're kidding me, right?' Bridget asked them with disbelief as the boys turned back from Chief Inspector office and said about their revelations.

'I'm afraid we're not.' Darren replied with raw smile and settled down on her desk, his eyes wandered toward Tony sitting silently at empty desk and drawing pictures. 'They just let the murderer took the evidence with himself.' He added with smirk.

'Well, I wonder what our superintendent will tell at this.' She sighed and gave Darren spank on the back, trying to get rid him off of her desk. 'I don't believe they lost the head.' She said in whisper, didn't want to be hear by son. 'The murderer has guts to came back, when around was so much policemen.'

'Maybe that's the problem.' John Paul said. 'There was too much of them.'

'I would to see Craig's face as something like that will happen to him or one of us.' Darren said with a grin and reluctantly jumped back from the desk when Bridget again smacked him on the back.

'You wouldn't be alive to see that. He'll kill you before you would say a one word.' The woman mumbled and handed John Paul some documents. 'Give it to Charlie. I have work to do.' John Paul smirked knowing she was just in very gently way showing them to get lost and leave her in peace.

'I just wonder how the hell that happened and how they didn't find him? He has to be there, we saw the map, Bridget. The nearest buildings were too far away, to ran away and hide in them. He has to stayed on the crime scene and having a good laugh of policemen...I don't have any idea how they missed him.'

'They have to checked him. Their fault is, they let him go away with victim's head.' Bridget sighed sharply as Craig voice rang behind her back. So it was all about finishing her job for today.

'I'm sure they checked him and the car...So where he could hide the head and not soiled himself with a blood?' Darren asked him staring at him suspiciously.

'I don't have bloody idea.' Craig replied and threw at Bridget's desk a piece of paper, immediately getting from her murderous look. 'Did I say you can't work?'

'You're not giving me a place to DO my work.' She replied drily and looked at the paper. 'What is it?'

'Phone numbers from Mrs. Brain.' Craig replied and glanced at John Paul. The younger man looked at his shoes as he noticed playfully smirk on his partner face, feeling that Craig won't forget about his humiliation too quickly.

'I'm not going to phone to anybody.' Bridget immediately warned him, thinking that his smirk was addressed to her.

'You don't have to. Nobody has.' He replied, confusing his team. 'I had a small talk with Mrs. Brain.'

'Yea, we already know it.' John Paul said a little irate, feeling very uncomfortably with Craig. 'And?'

'I get a few very interesting information from her.'

'Like? Look, we don't have time for your little games...'

'Two days after Michael Lúthie's death, his best friend and one of the members of Red Roses hanged himself on the tree in his garden...'

'Suicide?' Darren asked lifting his eyebrow, although after Craig's quick introduction, he expected something abnormal bigger.

'Well...it looked like a suicide at first, but autopsy said something different.' Craig replied and gave the man document.

'Strangled?' John Paul said surprised as he looked at the paper above Darren's arm.

'I talked with pathologist from Yorkshire commissariat. He said he noticed fingerprints on his neck. Besides the man has been hit on the head, before he hang himself. So since I don't know any people who will able to hang himself since they were conscious, I hardly believe in suicide in that case.'

'You think it's the same murderer?' John Paul asked him as he handed back the document.

'Well, it's very possible.' He sighed heavily. 'It looks like someone is trying to finish every members of Red Roses.'

'But why it is here so long break after these two murders and Luis Brain?' Bridget asked confused. 'Why he didn't kill all of them earlier? When he started it.'

'When I meet him you can ask him about it.' Craig replied moodily and nodded toward John Paul. 'Maybe the last two members will able to tell us why their friends has been killed. It looks like everything is connected with their band.'

'That's a good idea. Go to yours potential witnesses and John Paul and Darren will share with ya their revelations about their meeting with Chief Inspector.' Bridget agreed with him completely, pushing the men from her desk. 'They have very interesting information and I need to finish my work.'

'Again?! How much cases you have?' Craig yelled frustrated, couldn't believe that she all the time has something to do. Was she doing it special?!

'Enough to stop me for helping you with case.' She replied drily, didn't hide her irate. 'Superintendent take care about it.'

'So when the golden is coming?' He asked sarcastically nervously shuffling on his feet. 'Cause it looks like we need another pair of hands till you won't able to help us.' So it means never, seeing superintendent's stubborness.

'Tomorrow, Craig. Try to be on time. He needs to know some details about the case.' Bridget gave him knowingly look, which he couldn't ignore.

'Why me? Darren can tell him everything what he needs. He's going to be his partner, if you forget.' He almost barked at her, trying to avoid Darren's pleading stare. 'Stop it, for God's Sake! He's not a fucking star!' He adressed it to his stepbrother.

'Well I heard something different about him.' Darren replied and quickly regretted it as he saw murderous glint in his stepbrother's eyes. John Paul observed this all scene with curious, again noticing how aggressively Craig behaving to mention about his ex-partner. He never before seen him in such state after meeting with anybody...He has to be special for you, am I right? Or maybe he just pissed you off every time he arrived on the station?

'Exactly. Darren is his partner, and you're his boss and old friend, Craig. It's you who should move his ass and tell him about the case. Besides we both know to whom will be his first steps.' Bridget said sharply, couldn't understood his stubbornness. Fine, he had a right to be angry at him, but it won't be easier if he forgive him and just move on? Like he said one day, it was past. So why he is so afraid to face him?

'I always can lock the door.' The cold look from Bridget only said him how childish he sounds now. It was stupid idea. Knowing him, he would break the door without blink or come to his office by the window. He was capable of anything...Not that Craig has been complaining ever.

'You won't hide from him forever.' She had a right, but at least he could try to avoid him for the near two or three days, before he sorted things out in his head and be able to face him again...If he ever will able to do this.

'At least I always can try.' Craig snorted, didn't lose his sharp tone and nodded at John Paul again. 'Come on. We have a work to do.'

'You're not taking Darren with yourself?' Bridget asked him terrified. She wasn't going to spend another two hours with him, mumbling above her ear or worst trying to help her with documents. Darren was a really good copper, she never claimed different, but bonds never been his strong side since she remembered, and she and Craig always have to corrected his every mistakes and explaining superintendent why he again get documents two days after the end date. It was a nightmare.

'We don't need him there.' He replied, giving her odd look, before he headed toward the main corridor along with younger man.

'In that case I'll search for some information about Red Roses and phone to Archive to get files about earlier murders.' Darren said with a slight smile as Bridget breathed with relief.

'That's the most beautiful words I ever heard from ya.' She said with a grin and returned to her work with a feeling she may end today one of this boring cases and will help boys with their investigation, which is looking to developing more and more. If of course superintendent won't try to entertainment her with another boring cases.