Clara stepped out of her Camry 05 wearing a blue and red, Red Sox baseball cap, a fitted blue tee shirt and a pair of ripped and stained jeans that hugged her curves. Her FBI identification clanged against the star-shaped locket around her neck, but it wasn't loud enough to drown out the obnoxious thudding of her leg brace on the ground. She slipped under the tape, and carefully got her body over the barricade without causing damage to her leg. Sampson stood about ten feet from where Clara was standing, his FBI pullover flapped against his well-chiseled body, as his shaggy blonde hair moved with the wind, gently swaying back and forth. He turned swiftly as Clara approached him, his blues eyes meeting hers and then scanning over the cast.
"I have to say Clara that I am glad it was only a fracture. We could very well have lost the best agent in the country." Clara smiled and nodded her head toward the scene.
"So Sam, what do we have here? Is it the same MO?" She let her eyes scan over the scene looking for anything out of place other than the mangled body in between the two cars.
"It is very similar. The tongue and jaw are missing, but it's cleaner than the last one." Clara moved closer to the scene of the crime, her eyes still scanning for something that the cops missed on their initial swipe, but all seem accounted for. The victim was pinned between two older cars, an older modeled Lincoln and a rusted corvette. The women seemed to be in the average height range, her obvious blonde died hair was matted with her own blood, and her clothes were soiled and torn. Clara could see that the apparent cause of death was not from the cars. Around the women's neck were purple and blue bruises and some rope burns from strangulation. Her face appeared to be washed and from only a few feet away, Clara got the underlying scent of lavender.
"Do a lift of her body at the morgue. She if we can't get a hair or something that can be used to identify the body. Also, try and figure out what kind of soap or perfume was used to wash and intoxicate her face. I can smell some lavender run a check through all of the lotion's stores and high end bathing stores. I have a feeling that this guy has a taste for high end things, looking at the type of car that he used." It was then that Clara took out her small LED light and shined it across the victim's face. Her eyes were open in a scream of horror and terror, just like the other. It was then that Clara recognized the person. It was the lady who had struck her with the car and caused her a fractured foot. Pale and shaking Clara stumbled to Sampson.
"That is the woman who hit me with her car yesterday morning!" Exclaiming the statement with a fear filled mind Sampson forced Clara to sit on the park bench. Speaking a few words into his phone he clicked it shut and looked at his long time friend.
" Clara. I don't think it's a good idea to work this case anymore. Look, I know you are going to protest to some degree, but you knew both of the victims and they both hurt you in some way, and now they are both dead. This could mean that the killer is after you Clara, and so I am putting you on a non negotiable leave of absence until we catch this guy. I want you to go home and think hard Clara. Do you know anyone who could have done this to you, or who may be after you? If you think of anyone, call me Clara. I am sorry that I have to do this but I need your badge and your gun." Clara handed both of them over before slipping into her car and heading home. While sitting at a red light, merely one street away from her home it hit her like the raging bullets that had struck the monster from her past in the chest, Doctor Ansom!
He was there when Doctor. Grooper rudely shoved her over and was extremely rude, and boom! He's dead, his body placed in a position that showed the type of rudeness he exclaimed toward Clara. Then Clara was hit by a car, and Doctor Ansom saved her, took the information from the girl, and boom! She is now dead simulating how she was rude, and the cars were symbolizing how she struck Clara. Clara understood why the women's face was so clean. He wanted her to recognize the victim and be forced into a leave of absence. It was that very moment that she went through all of the nice things that he had done for her, and how he was acted so sweet to her, but that was the key word, acted.
" Okay Clar, remember. You cannot assume or else you are going to make an ass out of you and me." She needed to reassure herself and push any bad thoughts out. Every thought that was speeding through her mind abruptly halted as she turned the corner to see none other than Doctor Ansom waiting on her door step in a nice suit and a bouquet of roses in his arms. Her mind screamed for her to turn around, but when he turned and waved in her direction flashing his perfect teeth, she knew that, that was no longer an option.
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