Chapter II
Saving Innocence
There was a crash from the front. Innocence heard shouts. Some one had found her. She opened her mouth to scream, but the man's hand came over her mouth. She bit down and then his hand slammed into her head, knocking her down. From her position on the floor, she saw what happened. A blonde woman with a gun came through the door. "WALLACE HARRIS! HANDS UP!" Though her world was spinning, Innocence, could see him. He looked from the woman to her and back again. "Don't think about it, Harris. Give yourself up." He raised his hands, and Innocence saw the silvery glint of his very sharp knife. Her mouth moved without her brain signaling it to. "HE'S GOT A KNIFE!" Harris let out a feral scream and lunged at the blonde. There was a series of booms, gunshots, and the man dropped the knife, then he dropped to his knees. He was dead. Innocence lay on the floor, his blood had splatted all over her. The blonde woman quickly came to her side. "It's okay. It's over now. My name is Sofia and I'm a police officer..." The woman, the cop, Sofia's words echoed in Innocence's mind. "It's over now."
Sara sat at the lab, she heard the operation play out over a Police radio. She smiled a bit, but the grin didn't reach her eyes. She knew that her work had saved a teenager...but it was a somewhat bittersweet victory. The case had dug up some...things from her past. Things that were best left there, buried by time and defense mechanisms. A gnawing fear ate at the lining of her stomach. If someone found out...she would have to leave Vegas. She wouldn't be able to stand their stares, the gossip, the humiliation. It saddened her, she'd finally begun to really fit-in here. She'd found her stride and had finally become comfortable with it. The idea of leaving Vegas wasn't pretty...but staying if they found out...that was worse.
Nick moved his flashlight around the basement. "I've got recently disturbed soil...bring the shovels..." The Texan sighed, "I'm afraid we just found the other girls."
They had. Four girls, aged twelve to seventeen, all dead. He'd buried them in shallow graves in his basement.