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Chapter Two
To Tru Davies, waking up in a startled mood with flashes of images rushing around like a broken dream is all too common.
Just another morning, again.
Tru wasted no time hopping out of bed while glancing at her clock. About five hours. I hope that's enough. Tru quickly changed into her outfit, the attire different than what she had wore the same morning before. Just because it's the same day doesn't mean I have to do everything the same, she thought quickly. It sometimes felt like she was wearing the same outfit two days in a row if she did that. It was true, more or less.
The mirror in her bedroom gave a chance for Tru to give herself a quick look. She had dressed to suit the temperature and wore something that she could run in. Not that I need to run everywhere, Tru thought, eyeing her car keys. Before she had bought the car with Harrison, she had run all through the city. And she defiantly wasn't slow at running.
Dark purple loose pants, a pale yellow top, and a brown denim jacket felt good enough for Tru.
As her clock showed six-thirty am, Tru was already breaking into a sprint down the flights of stairs in her apartment building.
Tru made it to the Morgue in what she felt good time.
Davis was in his office, drinking a cup of coffee when Tru hurried inside. She could tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell her that she should be taking a break. But he didn't.
"By the looks of things, Tru, I'm guessing you answered the Calling."
Davis had learned to read Tru like a book sometimes. It was usually the look on her face, or her urgent mood, but most of the time, Tru could hide it pretty well.
"Davis, Jack answered it too. Yesterday, he brought the body in without you noticing, and noted all the things that I noted on the victim. He knows just as much as I do."
"Well, I don't think he would kill whoever the victim is, but if he found out how they died, he would try to make everything happen just as it did yesterday."
"But if I figure it out first, then I can prevent it, save the victim, and beat Jack." Tru turned to take off out the door, but then stopped. "Have your cell on Davis. I'm going to Calvin Park. That's where the victim lives. Her name's Tessa Lee, and she's about to die in four and a half hours. She died of two gun shot wounds, and had a gun, but three bullets were missing."
"Got it," Davis replied after Tru finished briefing him. Then Tru was out the door.
Tru reached Calvin Park a little before seven thirty, and the sun started to disappear behind a gray, overcast sky, showing signs of rain in the near future.
Not until much later though, she thought, remembering a drizzle of rain start after she had gotten inside the Morgue.
A chill in the air caused Tru to shiver as she got out of her car and walked up to Apartment 62.
There were no keys in her purse, Tru remembered as she knocked on the door to Apartment 62.
There was no answer.
Tru banged a little louder, but then the door opened. She mentally sighed in relief.
"May I help you?" A woman asked her politely. Her hair was dark red and curly, falling past her shoulders. She stood about an inch taller than Tru, and stared with bright blue eyes.
It was Tessa Lee.
"Hi, my name is Tru Davies and I'm looking for Tessa Lee. Does she live here?" Tru made sure to look convincing that she didn't know Tessa. But Tessa gave a big smile.
"Tru Davies? Are you the sister of Harrison Davies?"
Oh no.
"Yes, that's my brother. Do you know him?"
"Hey Tessa, have you seen my shirt anywhere?" A voice asked from beyond the doorway and past Tessa. The door opened a little more, and Tessa moved to the side, as Harrison stepped up next to her. Sweat was dripping down his face and chest, a surprised look on his face.
"Harrison!"
Tru's brother flinched at her yell.
"Tru, you don't have to yell, I'm standing in front of you." Tru looked away and shook her head.
If Harrison is here, he's probably in danger. I had no idea yesterday what happened to him. Harrison put a hand on Tru's shoulder.
"Hey sis, you okay. You look a little scared." Tru put her hand on Harrison's hand.
"Har, we need to talk." Harrison nodded and looked toward Tessa.
"Just a family conversation," he said, and kissed her on the check, then joined Tru a few feet from the door.
"Harrison, when did you meet Tessa Lee?"
"How do you know her whole name? We met at the gym. I've been working out, and I met her. Can't you tell?" Harrison flexed in front of Tru. "We just started dating, Tru. You don't have a problem with her or something, right? We both know how you can get."
"Harrison, I found your shirt", Tessa called over to them. Harrison walked over to her and took it, slipping on the tank top as he made his way back to Tru.
"Har, Tessa died yesterday, around eleven thirty. When were you planning to leave her apartment?"
"In about ten minutes, Tru." Harrison watched Tru sigh, then gaze at him.
"So you left before she died. Have you noticed anything suspicious about her? Has she told you anything?"
"Yeah", Harrison started, "she said she had a gun for protection. That's about it. I don't know that much about her Tru. We just hit off last night."
Tru remembered the gun in the purse.
"She keeps her gun in the purse, right?"
"Yeah, but how did you know?"
"Yesterday, there was a gun in her purse. There was a gun in it, missing three bullets. She also had two gunshot wounds as well. Har, tell her that we're going out today. We have to make sure she doesn't die today."
Harrison nodded, and walked back over to Tessa. Tru waited as the two moved back into Tessa's apartment.
Screeching brakes caused Tru to jump. A car braked right next to her, and a man in his early twenties stepped out of the car. He took off, walking briskly toward Tessa's open apartment door. Before he even made it to the doorway, Tru was chasing after him.
Chapter Two
To Tru Davies, waking up in a startled mood with flashes of images rushing around like a broken dream is all too common.
Just another morning, again.
Tru wasted no time hopping out of bed while glancing at her clock. About five hours. I hope that's enough. Tru quickly changed into her outfit, the attire different than what she had wore the same morning before. Just because it's the same day doesn't mean I have to do everything the same, she thought quickly. It sometimes felt like she was wearing the same outfit two days in a row if she did that. It was true, more or less.
The mirror in her bedroom gave a chance for Tru to give herself a quick look. She had dressed to suit the temperature and wore something that she could run in. Not that I need to run everywhere, Tru thought, eyeing her car keys. Before she had bought the car with Harrison, she had run all through the city. And she defiantly wasn't slow at running.
Dark purple loose pants, a pale yellow top, and a brown denim jacket felt good enough for Tru.
As her clock showed six-thirty am, Tru was already breaking into a sprint down the flights of stairs in her apartment building.
Tru made it to the Morgue in what she felt good time.
Davis was in his office, drinking a cup of coffee when Tru hurried inside. She could tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell her that she should be taking a break. But he didn't.
"By the looks of things, Tru, I'm guessing you answered the Calling."
Davis had learned to read Tru like a book sometimes. It was usually the look on her face, or her urgent mood, but most of the time, Tru could hide it pretty well.
"Davis, Jack answered it too. Yesterday, he brought the body in without you noticing, and noted all the things that I noted on the victim. He knows just as much as I do."
"Well, I don't think he would kill whoever the victim is, but if he found out how they died, he would try to make everything happen just as it did yesterday."
"But if I figure it out first, then I can prevent it, save the victim, and beat Jack." Tru turned to take off out the door, but then stopped. "Have your cell on Davis. I'm going to Calvin Park. That's where the victim lives. Her name's Tessa Lee, and she's about to die in four and a half hours. She died of two gun shot wounds, and had a gun, but three bullets were missing."
"Got it," Davis replied after Tru finished briefing him. Then Tru was out the door.
Tru reached Calvin Park a little before seven thirty, and the sun started to disappear behind a gray, overcast sky, showing signs of rain in the near future.
Not until much later though, she thought, remembering a drizzle of rain start after she had gotten inside the Morgue.
A chill in the air caused Tru to shiver as she got out of her car and walked up to Apartment 62.
There were no keys in her purse, Tru remembered as she knocked on the door to Apartment 62.
There was no answer.
Tru banged a little louder, but then the door opened. She mentally sighed in relief.
"May I help you?" A woman asked her politely. Her hair was dark red and curly, falling past her shoulders. She stood about an inch taller than Tru, and stared with bright blue eyes.
It was Tessa Lee.
"Hi, my name is Tru Davies and I'm looking for Tessa Lee. Does she live here?" Tru made sure to look convincing that she didn't know Tessa. But Tessa gave a big smile.
"Tru Davies? Are you the sister of Harrison Davies?"
Oh no.
"Yes, that's my brother. Do you know him?"
"Hey Tessa, have you seen my shirt anywhere?" A voice asked from beyond the doorway and past Tessa. The door opened a little more, and Tessa moved to the side, as Harrison stepped up next to her. Sweat was dripping down his face and chest, a surprised look on his face.
"Harrison!"
Tru's brother flinched at her yell.
"Tru, you don't have to yell, I'm standing in front of you." Tru looked away and shook her head.
If Harrison is here, he's probably in danger. I had no idea yesterday what happened to him. Harrison put a hand on Tru's shoulder.
"Hey sis, you okay. You look a little scared." Tru put her hand on Harrison's hand.
"Har, we need to talk." Harrison nodded and looked toward Tessa.
"Just a family conversation," he said, and kissed her on the check, then joined Tru a few feet from the door.
"Harrison, when did you meet Tessa Lee?"
"How do you know her whole name? We met at the gym. I've been working out, and I met her. Can't you tell?" Harrison flexed in front of Tru. "We just started dating, Tru. You don't have a problem with her or something, right? We both know how you can get."
"Harrison, I found your shirt", Tessa called over to them. Harrison walked over to her and took it, slipping on the tank top as he made his way back to Tru.
"Har, Tessa died yesterday, around eleven thirty. When were you planning to leave her apartment?"
"In about ten minutes, Tru." Harrison watched Tru sigh, then gaze at him.
"So you left before she died. Have you noticed anything suspicious about her? Has she told you anything?"
"Yeah", Harrison started, "she said she had a gun for protection. That's about it. I don't know that much about her Tru. We just hit off last night."
Tru remembered the gun in the purse.
"She keeps her gun in the purse, right?"
"Yeah, but how did you know?"
"Yesterday, there was a gun in her purse. There was a gun in it, missing three bullets. She also had two gunshot wounds as well. Har, tell her that we're going out today. We have to make sure she doesn't die today."
Harrison nodded, and walked back over to Tessa. Tru waited as the two moved back into Tessa's apartment.
Screeching brakes caused Tru to jump. A car braked right next to her, and a man in his early twenties stepped out of the car. He took off, walking briskly toward Tessa's open apartment door. Before he even made it to the doorway, Tru was chasing after him.