"We searched Christine's house, and we found Carl Spencer's DNA and
fingerprints. They're still fresh. That house hasn't been touched since his
death, so I'm thinking that Christine has been staying at the hotel for a
while." Warrick said as he walked into the office that all of them shared.
It was a damned shoebox, and they all felt like clowns packed into a K-Car.
"Did you interview her friends, family?" Catherine asked.
"For all they knew, she was staying at home, but our evidence tells us otherwise. I did find her collection of journals. Her last entry was the day Carl Spencer died. And the corner put the time of death the day after he was killed." He said.
"So, Carl was seeing both of these girls, and these girls have been seeing each other. What next?" Catherine asked sighing.
"Hey Jen." Nick said as he walked into the kitchen holding Emily. "Have you noticed how Em only looks at you when you call her name, if you're sitting on her left?"
"No." Jen said working on dinner. It was lasagna night and Nick loved Jen's lasagna. It was the best he ever had. He really hooked a good cook, along with a good wife and mother. "Why? Are you noticing it?"
"Yea. Watch." Nick took a few giant steps back and stood by the entrance of the kitchen. "Now, I'll get her to look at me, and you call her name." Nick got the attention of Emily and waited for Jen.
"Emily." Jennifer called out in her soothing voice. "Baby girl!" She said. She paused. Nothing.
"Now. Watch this." Nick said shifting around. "Again."
"Hey my little princess." Jen said, and Emily turned her head and looked in the direction of her mother. Jennifer looked at Nick with her mouth open wide. She secretly prayed that this was just a fluke and not something serious.
"Jen. I think we need to pay a visit to her doctor. We need to see what this is all about." Nick paused. "I'm starting to get worried."
"All we have is this manage-trois, and it's all leading back to each of our victims." Sara said pounding her head on her arms, which were folded on the break room table.
"Don't hurt the table." Warrick said with a laugh. "It has feelings too." He paused. "Well someone killed them all, and we're going to find the killer sooner or later."
Catherine came running down the hall and skidded into the breakroom. "You'll never guess who walked into the police station and confessed to killing Carl Spencer."
"Who?" Warrick and Sara both asked at the same time. "Adam Henderson." Catherine smiled.
"You mean, UNLV point guard Adam Henderson?" Warrick asked sitting up straight in his chair. Catherine nodded her head. "He's being looked at by all the major NBA teams. Orlando, Los Angeles, Knicks. Who did he kill?"
"Carl Spencer." Catherine said.
"Bills... bills...Christmas card...more bills." Nick said as he leafed through the mail. He noticed an envelope that was addressed to him. It wasn't a bill, he could tell by the cursive writing on the front. He was curious. He grabbed the envelope knife and opened the letter.
Nick- I loved you. Did you love me?
Nick looked at the letter once more. No name. He turned over the envelope and searched for a return address. No return address. 'Who the fuck can this be from?' He asked himself. He crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the small trash bin that was located by the computer. Nick leafed through the other pieces of mail as he walked into the bedroom. "Hey Jen. Your mom sent us a Christmas car..." He looked up from the mail to spy Jennifer lying on the bed only in her underwear. Red lace, to be more exact. The red lace drove him crazy. He remembered when he used to grab the lace between his teeth and run his hands up the inside of her bra. He dropped the envelopes on the floor and closed the door behind him.
"Emily is sound asleep and I thought that you and I could have some time alone. Together. The waiting period is officially over." She grinned as she motioned Nick to come-hither. Nick slid his shirt off and threw it to the floor. He disrobed and opened the top drawer of their dresser. He opened the new box of condoms that he bought the week before. He was ready and didn't want wait any longer. He slowly walked over to his wife, taking in the sight that he saw before him. God was she beautiful, and he had her all to himself. He was one lucky man. Nick climbed into the bed and began kissing Jennifer slowly on the neck.
He took off her bra, and removed her panties. He looked her in the eyes as he slowly entered her. He wanted to see her reaction. Would it hurt? Would she cry? Would she lovingly accept him? She did, and she didn't wince. Jennifer surrounded him and he loved it.
They were finally making love. A moment in which is seemed like eternity to get here.
"Did you interview her friends, family?" Catherine asked.
"For all they knew, she was staying at home, but our evidence tells us otherwise. I did find her collection of journals. Her last entry was the day Carl Spencer died. And the corner put the time of death the day after he was killed." He said.
"So, Carl was seeing both of these girls, and these girls have been seeing each other. What next?" Catherine asked sighing.
"Hey Jen." Nick said as he walked into the kitchen holding Emily. "Have you noticed how Em only looks at you when you call her name, if you're sitting on her left?"
"No." Jen said working on dinner. It was lasagna night and Nick loved Jen's lasagna. It was the best he ever had. He really hooked a good cook, along with a good wife and mother. "Why? Are you noticing it?"
"Yea. Watch." Nick took a few giant steps back and stood by the entrance of the kitchen. "Now, I'll get her to look at me, and you call her name." Nick got the attention of Emily and waited for Jen.
"Emily." Jennifer called out in her soothing voice. "Baby girl!" She said. She paused. Nothing.
"Now. Watch this." Nick said shifting around. "Again."
"Hey my little princess." Jen said, and Emily turned her head and looked in the direction of her mother. Jennifer looked at Nick with her mouth open wide. She secretly prayed that this was just a fluke and not something serious.
"Jen. I think we need to pay a visit to her doctor. We need to see what this is all about." Nick paused. "I'm starting to get worried."
"All we have is this manage-trois, and it's all leading back to each of our victims." Sara said pounding her head on her arms, which were folded on the break room table.
"Don't hurt the table." Warrick said with a laugh. "It has feelings too." He paused. "Well someone killed them all, and we're going to find the killer sooner or later."
Catherine came running down the hall and skidded into the breakroom. "You'll never guess who walked into the police station and confessed to killing Carl Spencer."
"Who?" Warrick and Sara both asked at the same time. "Adam Henderson." Catherine smiled.
"You mean, UNLV point guard Adam Henderson?" Warrick asked sitting up straight in his chair. Catherine nodded her head. "He's being looked at by all the major NBA teams. Orlando, Los Angeles, Knicks. Who did he kill?"
"Carl Spencer." Catherine said.
"Bills... bills...Christmas card...more bills." Nick said as he leafed through the mail. He noticed an envelope that was addressed to him. It wasn't a bill, he could tell by the cursive writing on the front. He was curious. He grabbed the envelope knife and opened the letter.
Nick- I loved you. Did you love me?
Nick looked at the letter once more. No name. He turned over the envelope and searched for a return address. No return address. 'Who the fuck can this be from?' He asked himself. He crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the small trash bin that was located by the computer. Nick leafed through the other pieces of mail as he walked into the bedroom. "Hey Jen. Your mom sent us a Christmas car..." He looked up from the mail to spy Jennifer lying on the bed only in her underwear. Red lace, to be more exact. The red lace drove him crazy. He remembered when he used to grab the lace between his teeth and run his hands up the inside of her bra. He dropped the envelopes on the floor and closed the door behind him.
"Emily is sound asleep and I thought that you and I could have some time alone. Together. The waiting period is officially over." She grinned as she motioned Nick to come-hither. Nick slid his shirt off and threw it to the floor. He disrobed and opened the top drawer of their dresser. He opened the new box of condoms that he bought the week before. He was ready and didn't want wait any longer. He slowly walked over to his wife, taking in the sight that he saw before him. God was she beautiful, and he had her all to himself. He was one lucky man. Nick climbed into the bed and began kissing Jennifer slowly on the neck.
He took off her bra, and removed her panties. He looked her in the eyes as he slowly entered her. He wanted to see her reaction. Would it hurt? Would she cry? Would she lovingly accept him? She did, and she didn't wince. Jennifer surrounded him and he loved it.
They were finally making love. A moment in which is seemed like eternity to get here.
