A/N: Here is the next chapter. Murfield alert!
Vincent headed back to Catherine's apartment but realized it was still only about 4:30 in the morning. He took out a piece of paper from his jacket and borrowed a pen.
Talked to her
He wrote the note and was going to leave it on her window sill as usual but he stopped at her door. He carefully opened it and looked in. Catherine was sleeping peacefully and blissfully unaware of her surroundings. Vincent guessed that she was dreaming of a world where she didn't have to lie all the time. He couldn't blame her; he wished she didn't have to either. Vincent figured that leaving the note in her room would look bad so he left it on the kitchen counter. He knew Catherine would be awake much earlier than her sister would. He took off back to the warehouse.
Catherine woke up to her alarm yelling at her to get up. She went through her routine; get up, have a shower, get dressed, go grab coffee but before she could head to work, a piece of paper caught her eye.
A note from Vincent.
She eagerly grabbed it and read it. A small sigh of relief hit, one less person to lie to. One day she hoped to introduce Vincent to her family and friends but she knew that day might never come. The clock on the stove caught her eye and she headed to work as usual. She also considered getting locks for her windows in case the next person to enter her apartment through the window wasn't Vincent.
"Hurlio's trial starts tomorrow. They wanted to get him in fast." Varges noted as she read the report.
"He tortured and killed three women and attempted a fourth. I'm not surprised they want him off the streets as soon as possible but tomorrow is really quick, even for the courts." Catherine took the report and read it herself.
"Ladies, I see a lot of sitting and not a lot of investigating. Got a hot case for you. Man found in his home murdered about an hour ago." Catheine took the folder out of Joe's hand and looked it over.
"Why are you two still sitting here?" Joe looked at them like they were trying to staple water to a tree.
"On it boss." Tess grabbed her coat and dragged Catherine along with her.
Chantelle carefully packed up her belongings and waited for the doctor to give her the release papers. She couldn't wait to get out of there, she hated hospitals. She stuffed her books into her backpack when the door opened behind her. The doctor was back.
"Good Morning Ms. Mackenzie." A sickeningly sweet voice called to her. A big chill iced her insides, it wasn't the doctor.
She turned slowly to see two men standing in the doorframe and one waiting outside.
"Oh, hi. Um, didn't I already give a police statement?"
"Yes, a very descriptive one. Except for one detail." The lead man walked a bit forward. It made Chantelle uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.
"Which detail?"
"The description of the man who came in to 'save the day.' " She didn't like how he said that.
"Oh, that's because I didn't see anyone. I was in and out of consciousness so I saw someone moving around the room but I thought it was Fred Hurlio." Flashes of that night raced through her head
The hand from behind putting a cloth on her mouth
The blows to the head
Whack
Whack
Whack
The knife breaking through into her skin
Chantelle's hand subconsciously went to her stomach. She shook it off.
"I'm sorry, it must be an unpleasant reminder. I was just wanting to look into any and all leads that will help us find the man who helped you."
"Oh, it's a guy?"
"Yes, the bruising around Hurlio's neck suggests the strength of a tradesman or someone with a lot of upper body strength."
"Hmm. Glad you guys are investigating. Sounds dangerous."
"Very dangerous. In fact, we are surprised Hurlio was left alive."
"It's not justice to kill someone for their actions without hearing all the facts first." Chantelle said.
"I think we have the makings of a future agent." The man smiled. It was a cold smile.
"I'll see what the requirements are for CSIS. Sorry I can't be more helpful. I hope you can find something that will lead you to the guy. He did save my life but if he's dangerous, sounds like he needs to be off the streets too. Gotta love New York huh?" The agent chuckled and turned to his fellow agents.
"Let's go. Let me know if you remember anything Ms. Mackenzie." He took a card out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Chantelle. She took it and nodded. He looked at her for a moment and all three men left.
Chantelle let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. This was going to be a long day.
