"Come, Now!" Chief Mike Peters of the police force ordered.

Pacey immediately jogged to his bosses office, worried the something was terribly wrong.

"What can I do for you sir?" The 6 foot, 2 inch, man asked.

"Since you have been on medical leave for three months now and you're probably deadly bored just sitting

around, answering phones, and whatnot. I have a new case for you." Peters stated looking at the muscular

brown headed man.

Witter had been on a drug bust four and a half months ago and while he was trying to catch and arrest a 30

something drug dealer, another moron shot a bullet, aiming for Pacey's head. Luckily, this idiot had pretty

awful aim and shot him in the stomach. He was rushed to the emergency, and was slowly recovering. Pacey

decided he wanted to go back to work only a month ago.

"What's the case sir?" Witter asked anxiously.

"In Riggs Texas, there's a woman named Josephine Potter. 892 South Baltimore Blvd. Brown hair. Hazel

eyes. Five feet, seven inches." Peters was interrupted by Witter.

"What did she do for me to go after her? Rob a bank? Shoot a cop? Steal a car? Kill a person?"

"No, not like that. We don't want you to arrest her. I want you to always keep an eye on her.

Do you remember the serial killer, David Breath, the one we didn't capture? Killed twenty-eight woman,

eighteen children, and zip on men. All of the children were girls ages six to fifteen."

"Yeah, I remember that guy. Why?" Pacey asked genuinely confused.

"We have knowledge to believe, actually we are 100% on this, that his next victim is Miss Potter. So as I

was saying before, Josephine Potter is 24, the same age as you, single, and I might add beautiful."

Peters said handing over all the necessary information including a picture of Josephine.

"My, she is ." Pacey agreed.

"So tomorrow you have a flight to Riggs Texas. Nine o'clock sharp is when it leaves. You have reservations

at the Hilton there. The next morning try to find Miss Potter. She has a scheduled painting class and you are

signed on for the class. She's the teacher and it starts at two.

As you already know but I will tell you again. Under NO circumstance will you tell Miss Potter you are a

undercover cop. In her eyes, you're gonna be Pacey Witter, want-to-be painter, friendly and outdoorsy pal,

who comes over to her house everyday to talk."

"Sounds good to me." Pacey said, ready to meet the lovely-looking Josephine. Raising to his feet, Pacey

shook his boss's hand and walked out of the room.

What Pacey Witter didn't know was tomorrow after he stepped off of his plane in Riggs Texas, what a hell

of a ride he was in for.

Tell me what you think about this story so far. Email me at KatieJoWitter@yahoo.com