Chapter 2 – Maybe it isn't an Ordinary day after all.
It's only 11am when i gets a call from Karofsky yelling at me to get to his crime scene ASAP. Karofsky is a really stubborn and proud dude, for him to call me in… you know something really nasty is up.
He's a great guy, we usually go out to drinks on Friday nights when Laura isn't with me, we have common backgrounds. We were both quite popular in highschool and we were so deep in the closet you can say we were in gay Narnia. Neither of us is totally okay with it now but we are coping and i've been leaning on him when everything seems against me. People in the squad think we are dating, they call us Bullywhips because we can be equally insulting and offensive to the smartass who say jokes against Dave's partner, Blaine, who has been openly gay since day one. But, not gonna lie, we don't correct them. It's better to have them thinking we are together than knowing he is sighing over the barman at the pub we usually go. It's a gay pub, something i never thought could exist but apparently, since Kurt started running Hummel's and decided to make it fashionable, it became a trend.
Friday nights are also the day we sigh over how happy Kurt and Blaine look, his boyfriend and sole owner of Hummel's stage, and in the bottom of my heart i envy them. I even start the thought "if only" but i shake it of my head as soon as I catch myself. It won't happen and I can keep it from happening just by living my life like this.
But back to the subject, i get in the car and take some coffee for me and Blaine, to Dave I buy some donuts. Karofsky was never shy around food but when things get tough he always forgets to eat. He's been on duty since 8pm last night and I just have a feeling he hasn't had breakfast yet. I don't worry about Blaine because Kurt always packs him a lunchbox. How do i know this? Because i tease him about the fact it is a purple lunch box, wondering if rainbows come out (pun intended) when he opens it.
I get to the crime scene building and some officer mutters something about it not being something a lady should see.
"Well, lucky for you, i'm not a lady and if i hear another sexist thing out of your mouth i'm gonna make sure you look like nothing a lady should look at."
With that i walk past him and in the building, only now i realise it's a trashy hotel, the kind people go to do everything but sleep. I don't even phase at the foul smell on 303. I walk through the threshold and i see Blaine talking on the phone with Karofsky kneeling beside the body muttering something to it. It's clearly a woman but that's all i can see before the csi team gets to cover her so they can move her to the lab. Her layout was printed on the floor's mouldy carpet and i register that she was naked beside the bed. The whole thing looks like it was staged,i think the killer modified the disposition of the furniture so it would look like this. Everything looks off. I ask for the hotel manager (looking exactly like he belonged in this lowlife building) to open another room so we could compare.
She's been here for 3 days, Dave tells me while Blaine continues talking on the phone.
"it's the third this month and it's starting to creep me, out to be honest." He looks up to me with a hopelessness in his eyes. He's the kind of cop who cares about the victims, that sits on his couch thinking about their families while he is watching tv. He told me about those other two cases.
By now it's unavoidable to label it, there's a serial killer on the run. This was his third victim, he chose blonde, white females with blue eyes but the other thing the last two victims had in common was the fact that they were both dancers. One worked on a production off-broadway and the other taught latin dances in a gym.
"We don't know who this girl is yet, but it's too much of a coincidence, can it really be 3 blondes murdered the same way in such a short period and not by the same guy?" he looks down and finally gets up. "i need you Lopez, i need you and Puck on board. Blaine is talking with the chief on the phone so all the paperwork is solved as quickly as possible. We can't deal with a serial killer running loose without your help. Everybody knows you are the smartest out of all of us. We need your eye because we are clearly missing something and my gut feeling is telling me he isn't going to stop with this one. If dancing is the thing, there's hundreds of dancers in NYC, we need you, we need all the people we can get. I know you are a tough cookie but i'm glad you weren't around to see what he does to them. It's just not right."
I decide then and there that i will just be another head thinking, i don't need these images printed in my mind. This is the first serial killer we all have to deal with. I rather see the damage on picture than in person. If anything i'll visit the crime scenes later. After all they don't really another pair of eyes, Blaine has freaking xray vision he has proven it in other cases and also Puck has a mean eye for what's wrong. What they need of me is an extra brain to think with them.
I think about it as I get out of building and the sun makes crunch my face again and I imagine I'm in some 1930's noir but then i decide that a Hitchcock movie would be more fitting. Then I correct myself thinking no Hitchcockian blonde would be caught dead in this deathtrap of a building. But then again, the others seem nothing like this one.
I decide to go get coffee and I text Dave saying to meet me at the precinct. I need some time to think.
Even if it comes in a time when Puck and i have no cases on our hands, i was looking forward for a bloodshed free weekend. That's not gonna happen, if i know them, the guys will spend this weekend indoors going through every piece of evidence and documentation they have on the previous cases.
I have half of mind to cancel karaoke with Fabray tonight but i think i could use a little fun. It's really not much but i'm looking forward to see Mercedes and to forget that mess in room 303.