Here's the updated extended chapter 4. Enjoy!

Detective Lucas Cruz

Sunday, April 12, 2012

6:00 a.m.

Philadelphia Precinct

Rookie Detective Lucas Cruz entered the precinct for his first day as a Detective. Previously a beat-cop, Lucas had finally secured a job right where he wanted it, at a Detective's desk.

Lucas went straight to Captain Leighton Perry's office to get his assignment, both partner-wise and case-wise.

As he was making his way across the floor, he stopped to grab a cup of coffee in the small kitchenette. He took a huge swig of the coffee, and immediately spit it out.

"BLEGH! Jesus, this coffee is fucking disgusting!" Lucas said in surprise.

"Hahaha! You must be a rookie!" another, more distinguished looking cop said, "The name's Carter. Carter Blake."

"Lucas Cruz" He said, shaking this Blake guy's hand. He got a very friendly vibe from him.

"So, Lucas, is this your first day as a detective? I haven't seen you around here."

"Yeah, it is."

"Knew it! You should go see Captain Perry; he'll give you your assignments." Carter said, turning to walk to his desk, "Hey Ash, you may be getting a new rookie! HAHA!"

So Lucas did what Mr. Veteran Blake said. He went and saw Captain Perry. As he approached Perry's office, the door opened.

"Oh, there you are Mr. Cruz! I'm Leighton Perry, Captain of this precinct."

"Hello, Captain Perry, I can see you already know who I am."

"Yes, of course I do. I also already know your assignment. You are now partners with Detective Carter Blake, and you already have a case. Go easy on Blake, ok. He isn't the best people's person."

"Wait, Blake? Don't you think I should start small time?"

"No, I don't. Blake, come here!"

"Yeah, coming! Hey Rookie. Yes Captain?" Blake said.

"Blake, meet your new partner, Lucas Cruz."

"Captain, I don't do partners." Blake said assertively.

"Blake, in my defense, I'm willing to do anything to get the job done" said Lucas in defense.

"You know what rookie, I'll give you a shot, ok. But if you fuck anything up, I swear to god, you're done." Blake assured the rookie. Lucas saw a side of Blake he had yet to see. The fucked up side. "Now get to my squad car, we have a case to solve."

Detective Lucas Cruz

Sunday, April 12, 2012

6:30 a.m.

Philadelphia Railroad: Green Line Track #23

Blake and Cruz pulled up to the crime scene in Blake's cruiser. The setting of the crime scene brought Blake back to 6 months ago; to the first case he worked with that bastard Norman Jayden. Oh how he wished Jayden would've died in pursuit of the Origami Killer, which a wish that he was not proud of. He was still blown away by the fact that Scott Shelby, his friend and ex-partner, was killing children.

The two cops exited the car as it started to rain on the crime scene. Rain, on a crime scene, in a ditch, near a train line. Blake hoped to god that the victim wasn't a kid.

"You alright, Blake? You look a little pale." Cruz asked.

"Yeah kid, I'm fine. It's just, I got a weird feeling about this case. It's too reminiscent of the Jeremy Bowles case, the last case I worked before the Origami Incident really took off."

"I'm sure it's just coincidence Blake. Come on, let's see what's going on."

The sun had just started to rise on the scene as Cruz and Blake started investigating. The body was lying about 20 feet from the tracks. She was young, about 22 or so, had beautiful eyes and long blond hair, and looked like she belonged in a nice, clean, upscale neighborhood, not lying dead near a train track. She was another one taken too young.

"Victim's name is Carol Douglass, age 21. She has a clean record. I'm going to guess this wasn't premeditated" Cruz said to Blake.

"Why do you say that?" Blake questioned.

"Look at her. She's a young girl. Do you think she has enemies?"

"Rookie, we can never know what kinda' person she was, we didn't know her. She could've been the biggest bitch you've ever seen."

"Ok Blake, fine. We believe she was a terrible person until proven otherwise. Now, I'll examine the dead girl, you search around the scene" Cruz said, directing Blake. Blake didn't like that at all.

Cruz started examining the body, "Cause of death seems to be multiple stab wounds to the chest. Jesus, this guy went to town. I think I've heard something about this modus operandi being seen up in New York. Hmm..what is this?"

Cruz noticed a small note in the victim's chest pocket. He took it out to read it. It read, "You're next, Blake".