Hi, I want you to know this is chapter 11, and I've gone crazy (er).

Clockwerk: Yeah, he was an idiot. I can't tell you if you are right, so you'll have to read my story. Oh, and their real names are Henry Jeckyll and Edwin Hyde (or Edward).

Lt. Cooper: Bwahahahaha! You fell for my trick, you and a bunch of other people. I'm so evil! Bwahahahahaha! (LOL).

DivineGuardian: I kinda said that at the bottom. There will be a few. Thanks.

WolfKeeper989: Here is the more.

Gothic Meowzi: I know, but neither did the doc, or Carm's cousin. You waited for it, because you're reading this. I needed to clear my conscience. I am very random.

Heiduska: Maybe you can, and I just have too much time on my hands.

I don't own Sly, and I can't buy him (believe me, I tried).

Chapter 11 3rd Murder

Kyle woke up in his chair, with his face plastered to his desk. It still seemed pretty dark outside. He wondered why he was awake, until the Chief began pounding on his door again.

"Wake up, he struck again!" the Chief yelled. This could only mean one person: Carmelita's stalker.

"I'm up!" Kyle yelled back as he jumped up to leave his office. He was still, however, in post-waking disorientation and smashed into the door before turning the handle and falling to his knees in front of the Chief. "I'm awake." He said, getting to his feet.

"Oh, I see that. Now move you dumb ass, Inspector Hayes was killed last night on his way home after the party."

That could only mean one thing too. Robert had been able to watch them somehow at the party. This meant he had to be by Carmelita all the time, which also meant he better be careful not to make it look like he and Carmelita were together at coffee. That would probably need to be rescheduled. God, he hated Robert.

Kyle drank a cup of coffee and walked down the street to the scene of the crime. It was still quite gruesome seeing as how they didn't have Hayes body in a bag yet. Kyle had to close his eyes for a moment. This was not something he wanted to see.

"I know he called Carmelita a bitch, but he didn't deserve that." Kyle said, meaning to think it, not say it.

"I know, but I lot of people get more than they deserve." The Chief responded.

"What do we know happened?"

"Robert waited until there were no alleys, or witnesses except the cab driver. He flagged the cab, and knocked the man unconscious. He stole the cab, and tried to kill Hayes with it. Hayes did a good job avoiding the cab, and popped a tire with some board with nails in it. All that we know happened next was he was crushed between the taxi and the wall. He was a good officer, an ass, but a good officer."

"Where did he leave the note?"

"Sharp senses boy, and he left it on the car door."

Kyle walked to the car door, keeping his vision away from the body of his co-worker. "When will they put him in a body bag already?" he thought before examining the note left in the car door. It said:

'He called my girl a bitch, so he died. Don't make the same mistake, or I'll give you a far more disgusting death.

Robert Johnson,

Carmelita's only love'

"God, this guy is obsessed. He should get a hobby." Kyle thought.

Kyle stood up and walked over to the Chief, still trying not to look at the body. "Made a file yet, Chief?" he asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes I did, over the past hour; it's still night time you dope."

"I knew that. I just figured you would make it right away after I left your office."

"Good thinking, but we don't have much information on this guy. Just his alias, and what he looks like up tosize and such."

"How do you know what he looks like?"

"Cab driver got to see him before getting knocked unconscious. Fortunately, his memory wasn't jarred when he got hit."

"Oh, that's good, but let me guess, he had an airtight disguise."

"Yes, gloves, tail in his pants, hood over his face. No idea who he is. His height couldn't be guessed by the cab driver, but he's skinny, and pretty strong."

"How did he watch the party?"

"We don't know, but we think he has an inside man, one that can follow and watch Carmelita with ease."

Kyle thought about it. He didn't know who could get that close, and follow her with so much ease. Mind you, anyone could have bugged her office, and planted video cameras. But who did it?

"All right Chief, I'm going to ask that we search Carmelita's office for bugs, cameras, etc. I don't know who's stalking her, but whoever it is must be able to hear her, or see her, or something like that."

"Fine"

"Just like that?"

"I was thinking the same thing."

"Good, has forensics found anything yet?"

"Not even a hair."

Kyle walked back to Interpol. It was still night, and that didn't take too long, so he might still be able to meet Carmelita. He got to his office and checked the time. 4:00, it was probably still 3 or 4 hours until Carmelita showed up for work.

Kyle figured he should pass the time by reading the case file. It wasn't too long; it would probably only take five minutes to read. He could think for the rest of the time, which he did. He read the file and spent the next 3 hours thinking about whom it could be, no one he knew could. Maybe it was a janitor, or the guy who cleans the building windows. His thought s never really led him anywhere, just in circles.

Carmelita showed up for work, not in her normal demeanor. She exploded at any one who whistled or asked her out. Normally she would ignore them, but today, she wasn't in a happy mood.

Kyle came over to ask about the "just friends" coffee they had planned. "Not today, Rivers" she threatened. Kyle shrugged and went back to his office. He knew there was no talking her into it now.

He had stayed up for nothing. He guessed it was time he got back to his office for some more sleep. His job was safe, and the only breakthrough that could happen now was in the crime scene and this guy probably mad sure that wouldn't happen.

This chapter really had no meaning, except for an explanation about coffee and such,sorry about that.