Slamming my door to my apartment I tossed my bag on the side not caring where it hit. I walked over to the kitchen counter and leaned over it, not sure what to do. There was nothing to do. It's not like I could concentrate on the case. I titled my head looking over to the phone. Nothing blinked..no-one called.
Walking into my living room I glanced around switching the TV on with the remote controller. I dropped my keys on the counter stopping at a picture I had taken last year of Sara and me at the Christmas Party. Picking it up I looked down at the smiling Sara. A few tears struck my eyes but I blinked them away.
A million voices filled my head and then it hit me. What if Sara did make it? Pulling my eyes away from the picture I felt a rage of anger. I placed the picture face down and walked over to the couch.
Plopping down on it I glanced at the TV. Julie Chen was there to greet me with the news. More crappy events that happened today, how wonderful. I switched the TV off and leaned back putting my arm around my neck, with a gulp. I felt sick. Really sick. Like something was stuck in my throat. A pit in my stomach turned as I recalled the events of that day.
"I'm going to catch that son of a bitch." I murmured to myself. He may have gotten away the first time, but not again. I'm going to kill him for doing this to her. I'm going to kill him so painfully he will wish he wasn't born. I'll get him.