AUTHORS NOTE: Okay so this is only a short filler chapter. I now know what the plan of this story actually is so you should get more eventually!
DISCLAIMER: I only own the girls and the psycho!
[The Plan]
The scarred hand reached out and touched the wall, his heartbeat racing as he stared at the beautiful blonde woman that decorated his photos. He could still remember the first time that he had met her. She'd been stood in the car park of the hospital in a long white coat, her blonde hair curled as she tapped away on her expensive phone. He had wanted to approach her then but that was when one of the surgeon's had left the hospital and walked to her, his lips pressing lightly against hers. The smile that spread on her face had caused his heart to stop beating.
He didn't know what had made him want to do it when he'd stepped out in front of her car, his heart aching as he heard her worried scream. He could hear her heels tapping against the floor as she ran round to make sure that he was okay. Her soft skin brushed against his harsh face and he couldn't help but smile, move into the touch. "Are you okay, sir?" She asked in a beautiful voice that sounded like someone singing. He nodded his head.
"Come on, darling!" The doctor cried. "We have somewhere to be. The other doctors will take care of him,"
"Oh Bryce, I can't just leave him!" She scorned her partner before talking to the doctor that had come out to help her. He listened to her swoon as she heard that he'd just been discharged from the hospital after being mugged. "Oh my god, he was just on the mend!"
She'd stopped coming to see him after he'd got better which he understood. She had her modelling to concentrate on and that was where he'd got most of his collection from, the covers or insides of magazines. He had taken the odd one when he'd seen her about but they were horrible and fuzzy because of how lame his camera was on his mobile. He sighed. Why wouldn't she love him?
"So the big idea is that the killer is someone obsessed with Sheila?" Robbie said reading the small introduction that the girls had scribbled so far, not wanting to comment that said scribbling had taken then seven hours to come up with. He handed it to Jackie and she quickly read through it.
"If you don't like it Inspector Ross, I would suggest that you write your own bloody chapter!" Ellanna grumbled and he looked down at her. The alcohol had long since left her system and now she was totally grouchy but he just found himself smiling before nodding his head.
"No, Ellanna. Girls I think this is a fantastic idea." Stuart smiled happily. "If we get the killer believing that the chapter is based on Sheila."
"The power of Author Note's," Sheila said high fiving Ellanna causing the detectives to smile. "What we need to do is hope that the plan goes to action."
"It's simple. We write out where the altercation between the stalker and my character meets and he'll stick to it. We'll just need to make sure that we're there."
"We?" Robbie said and all the girls turned to look at him, their hands all connecting over the table.
"If we're sacrificing Sheila then we all do it together," Ellie explained to the detectives before smiling at her fellow writing sisters, their grins just as large. Robbie just sighed as he looked down at the chapter. Could their writing actually be that powerful?
"Let's hope that the seven hours weren't wasted!"
He read the new update and paused. What the hell was happening here? This wasn't a part of their plan.
He reached over for his phone.
TO BE CONTINUED...