A/N: I have to change the rate into M. I didn't know this could be gruesome, Even I had hard time writing it. So just in case I have an announcement, on the sake of our readers, I might skip some cases, I mean, I will not write a case which so brutal or gross(if it's too much), or that could affect credence of others, or whatever it seems for me to be awkward to write.

So don't be surprised if I skip some cases. I hope you understand. :)

The Grim Butcher

"Rough day Ms. Silvers?" Officer Eduardo Ramirez greeted as we enter the elevator. He was one of the diligent officers here in the Force, one that owned my respects. He was different than what you might expected, He was a bit shorter than me, has bright personality and he always smile. I smiled. "Yes, just a normal, rough day, Officer Ramirez." I sighed. "Inspector Jones is looking for you Seniorita. He asked me a while ago." He informed. "Ah! Maybe he got our new case." My eyes widened. "And I am late." I muttered. Ramirez chuckled. "No, an officer is never late, just busy." He added. "Got it." I smiled as the elevator door opened. "See you later Sir." I bid him a salute as I stepped out. I came rushing to my desk and consider to head to Jones' immediately, placing my bag and stuff clumsily on my desk. "There you are!" I suddenly jumped of at the voice. "Oh shoot! Jones! You scare me!" I scowled. "So happen that you were a bit late today." He noted, looking at his watch.
"Hey. It's still 5 minutes early. But not my usual time." I remarked. "Ramirez said you were looking for me? Is there another case?" I grinned.
"Not yet. But I have a news for you. Lets go and see Chief King." He waved as he turned his back. "This must be better be good." I muttered.
"Might be." He said as we walked to Chief King's office. The last time we faced the Chief, he seemed a bit in a bad mood. So I got nervous when we were called in a meeting. "Seriously?" I rolled my eyes as he ushered me on to the office.

"Good day Officer Silvers and Inspector Jones." He greeted with a smile. He seems to be in a good mood now. "You have proved yourselves to be a remarkable duo." He noted.
"So far, Officer Keirah, you're one of the astounding officers here in the force and we're glad to be working with you more." He opened his desk and held out a badge. "Jones told me how well you worked as a team. Welcome aboard, Deputy." My jaw almost dropped as he handed me the badge. I was, speechless. "I... Thank you Sir." I said, taking the badge. "As I expected, you're a great help to Jones." He smiled and Jones chuckled. "Well, she really is amazing, and I expect more of her Chief." Jones noted, I can't helped but blushed, I hope they wouldn't notice that.

"Congratulations! Deputy." Jones nudged as we walked back to our desk. "Flattery." I pouted. "I never expect my morning to be like this." I smiled as I pinned the badge to my jacket.
"Officers, there was a call from the butcher warehouse. a girl named Jennifer Carter was found dead earlier." An officer informed.
"Okay, got it." Jones took the documents. "Ready for the next case Deputy?" He grinned.
"Always." I smiled back.

The Warehouse was near the Docks in Industrial Area and the site wasn't that we expected. The officers gathered around and closing the site with police line. Jones and I stared at the scene.
"Poor girl!" I said, horrified. "I really hope you haven't just eaten." He added, shaking his head. "It's even worse than I expected it to be! She was butchered just like... just like a pig!"
"Arggh. Let's start to investigate shall we?" I said and knelt down in one knee, inspecting the blood that was in front of us. "You're right, Keirah, we need to focus on the clues. Like that... pool of blood you spotted..."
I furrowed on something of a footprint. "This shoe print?" I furrowed. Jones knelt down and observe the prints. "Oh, right, there's a shoe print in there! And the way the blood goes around it means... The killer must have stood there while Jennifer bled to death!" The investigators had taken the body to the lab while we inspect the place. "We should take this to the lab for a test." Jones noted as we gathered the prints. As we stood up, he looked around. "I was thinking, if we could inspect that garbage can too." He noted.
"Sometimes evidences found in unnecessary places." I added. "Right."
"But I guess you could dig on those for a while?" Jones grinned. I scowled. "Really? You can help me out!" I stated.
"You know how great you are when it comes to finding stuff." He grimaced. I shook my head and began to dig in the trash. Seriously, I hate this guy, how he would let the woman do the work. I grossed out at the smell of it as I dig deep. At the bottom of it I saw a bloody cleaver and held it out. "Arrgh. I think this is the murder weapon!" I said in disgust. Wearing a gloves seems not enough. "Ugh, imagine having someone waving this in front of your nose... Jennifer must have been terrified!" Jones said placing the evidence in a bag.
"We have to talk to Raoul Colletti, he is the owner of the warehouse." Jones looked at his files.

"Good day Mr. Colletti, or rather not." Jones said as we faced Raoul. "Deputy Silvers and I found Jennifer Carter dead in your warehouse."
"Such a tragedy..." Raoul's face saddened.
"You must knew her for so long." I added. He nodded. "Yes, Jennifer often came to the shop to buy meat. She was a sweet kid, always smiling." He stated.
"Mr Colletti, apart from you, who has access to this warehouse?" Jones asked.
"Well... my apprentice, Raphael Soza, has a set of keys. And my daughter, of course. She's the one who discovered the body, you know." He answered.
"Thank you Mr. Colletti." We bid goodbye.
"I think we should talk to the other two. Raphael Soza and Colletti's daughter." I said.
"You're right Keira. They had the keys and access to the warehouse, so, they could be our suspects." Jones said and we head to the lab.

We straight ahead to Nathan's lab just in time. "You're on the right timing officers. I just finished the autopsy." He greeted. "So what did you found out?" Jones asked. "Jennifer was hit over the head with a blunt object, but she was still alive when the killer sliced her open." Nathan answered. "That... was terrible!" I groaned. I could feel Jones is gonna puke. "What's more, her heart is missing." Nathan added. "Wait? What?!" My eyes widened as I grossed out. I looked up Jones finding a little bit sick.
"Are you two alright? You look a little green?" Nathan asked.
"No. Continue... Please." Jones said.
"Jennifer was also tortured. There are numerous burn marks on her chest. Her killer is obviously a smoker... but they can't be very experienced. They left strands of their hair in Jennifer's wounds. Officers, you're looking for someone with black hair!" Nathan noted. We nodded, still in disgust we head to Alex' lab to test the prints we recovered.
"Hey guys! You don't look so good." Alex' face changes as he saw our disgusted face. "Very." I sighed and Jones handed him the prints. "Could you decipher the prints, could tell if there could be any lead to our killer?" Jones asked.
"Got it." Alex said, taking it. "Great, call us up when you're done, we just have to meet up with some people." He added.

And what's left is the murder weapon, we decided to head next to Grace's lab. "We found this cleaver on the garbage can, you might wanna test it." Jones handed the evidence. "Sure. I'll call you up once I'm done." Grace smiled.

We headed to Colletti's residence to talk to Trish Colletti, Raoul's daughter. Trish is 16 years old. She has this innocent kind of face and black curly hair. She also wears a yellow shirt and a daisy beneath her right ear that matches her shirt and blue eyes.
"I still can't shake that image out of my head... She looked like a pig!" She snapped out as we asked her.
"I'm sorry if you had to see that. Were you friends with Jennifer?" Jones asked.
"Oh no, we didn't hang out together. She was too posh for me." She sneered. "And she was a flirt, I can tell you THAT. I wouldn't be surprised if she got the wrong kind of a guy!" She added.
"I see. Well, thank you for your time Ms. Colletti." We smiled and leave.

Raphael Soza wasn't expecting us, I could read that on his face, finding him a bit stunned as he opened the door. He seems a bit older than Trish. His eyes were green, that also matched his inner green shirt and a brown jacket.
"Hello, Raphael my name's David Jones and this is Keirah Silvers, from Grimsborough P.D." Jones greeted. "Raoul Colletti said you have accessed to his warehouse. I'm sure you knew him?"
"Yes, I've been Mr Colletti's apprentice for two years. After my mother split on me and left me to rot in that hobo camp, he's the only one who gave me a chance. What's this all about?" He said, his brows puckered.
"We found Jennifer Carter there, dead." I said. His face suddenly became horrified.
"Have you known Jennifer." I asked. "Y...Yes. But I didn't knew her well. We talked, nothing more. I've been dating Trish for 6 months. I, I don't pay attention to other girls." He stuttered.
"So you're working for the father and dating the daughter? That's quite a comfy arrangement you've got there!" Jones commented.
"The Collettis have been very kind to me. Life in Cooperville's tough, you know. I'm glad they're not afraid of me." Raphael said.
"Alright. But we will still need to have a look at your possessions, Raphael." Jones said. We bid a bow and headed to Cooperville.

Cooperville wasn't the best name you expect for a place like this. A part of it has a homeless camp. We walked past on some by standers, who eyed us as we passed by. Jones told me he knew this place, they've been here for a certain case before, a long time ago.
We arrived to where Raphael supposed to stay. "Jones! Long time no see!" An old man greeted. Jones smiled and gave him a handshake. "Who's the new recruit?" He smiled at me.
"Sam this is Deputy Keirah, my new partner. Keirah, this is One tooth Sam, the de facto mayor of Cooperville and an old friend." Jones gestured.
"Nice to meet you." I let out a casual smile. "And it was a pleasure to meet such a wonderful lass." He smiled. I flushed for a moment, mouth agape by this man's praise. Wow.
"Uhmm. Thanks." I snorted.
"And I know for sure you're here when things gotten bad." Sam dejected. "Sadly, yes. We're here to check on Raphael Soza's quarter." Jones said.
"Ah! Yes, Raphael sleeps in that shack, over there." Sam pointed out over an old shack.
"Thanks Sam, see you around." Jones said as we head to the shack.

His room is messy, and this was expected, for a lost boy. We proceeded to inspect the room. I turn to his bed side and found something unusual. "Uhmm. Jones?" I held out, something like a lingerie. "It's unusual to see something like these, unless Raphael is using those." I snorted. "Those panties are a bit fancy for the neighborhood. And look at that "J"..." Jones pointed out. "Yeah, I started to feel that this J was Jennifer." I said.
"Maybe you're right, but we can't be sure if it stands for Jennifer... But maybe a closer look at those panties could confirm it!" He said.

"Great job, Keirah I've compared the DNA you collected from those panties with Jennifer's and it's definitely hers!" Grace reported. "But I also found DNA belonging to a certain Raphael Soza!" she added.
"Well I'll be! Raphael may be dating Trish Colletti, now we have the proof he's also fooled around with our victim!" Jones noted.
"Maybe Sam have seen them together? I think we could ask him." I stated.
"Hm, good point. Sam might have seen something, too. It's time to have a proper chat with him!" He nodded.
"Thanks very much Grace!" I said.

We head back to the homeless camp to have a chat with Sam. "I don't think Raphael was seeing Jennifer, no. You're not really suspecting the kid, are you? Raphael's a sweet boy, he'd never do something like that!" Sam explained. "Well, that's up to us to determine, Sam, and the fact that his DNA was found on Jennifer's 'belongings' makes him our number one suspect." Jones commented. "There must be another explanation for it! But I'm sure you and Deputy Keirah will get to the bottom of things!" Sam winked.
"Thanks, well, just stick around." Jones and I bid goodbye.

Before the night comes, we straight ahead to talk to Raphael. "We've got quite a mystery on our hands, Raphael. How did your DNA end up on Jennifer's panties? Did you exchange underwear?" Jones asked. I hold up myself laughing at the last line though.
"No need to be so sarcastic, mister. We were friends, nothing more! I don't know how my DNA ended up on those!" Raphael furrowed.
"Surely you must have an idea... We'll be keeping a close eye on you, Raphael, you can be sure of that." Jones squinted.

Back at the station, we stared at the pile of documents we kept on scanning, still haven't find a clue that could lead to the killer. "Well, Keirah, this is a grisly case and no mistake!" Jones rubbed his head. "Poor Jennifer... We can't let her killer get away with it."
"I agree. I still can't believe who will did this to Jennifer. Seems all the people we've been talked to says she's a nice girl." I sighed. "Well, except for Trish." I said. "Poor girl." I shook my head.
"At least, we have some several leads. We know Raphael Soza, the butcher's apprentice was probably having an affair with her..." Jones said. "And the evidences. The killer has black hair and smokes. We just need a new lead to push this forward!"
"For now, we should take a break. Let's go home, before it gets late." He smiled.

"Good morning Deputy!" Ramirez cheerfully greeted as I head on my desk. "We've contacted Jennifer Carter's mother, Vanessa Carter. And she's ready to see you, she's still in shock though." Ramirez gave me the address. I nodded. "Thanks, I'm going to inform Jones about this."
"They've also found a backpack on the crime scene. Apparently it belonged to Jennifer. Maybe you should have a look at it?" He added. "Got it!" I smiled.

I walked off to Jones' office, not far to where my desk. Handling the address, I peered to the glass door and knocked. "Yo." I greeted. "Hey!" He smiled. I find him, reviewing the documents we received. "Ramirez said they found Jessica Carter's mother, here's the address." Jones took it and grinned. "Great."
"We should talk to her. She might have the answer." I smiled. "Yeah!" He noted.

"I c-can't belie... believe my baby's dead! I told her! I t-told her not to go near that hobo camp! Deviants, murderers, the lot of them!" Vanessa dread. Shaking her hands. She was in terror. She took another puff on her cigar. Making me a bit more uncomfortable. I tried not to cough but I smell the smoke it hurts my head. I covered my nose with my hanky. Jones on the other hand really is uncomfortable, he waved out his hands, shoving off the smoke. This lady is a chain smoker. The blonde though doesn't seem to bother our stance. "Uhmm. I'm sorry Mrs. Carter." Jones said.
"She was seeing a boy in that camp! Oh, she wouldn't admit it, but I knew! I knew! And now she's dead!" her blue orbs filled with tears. She took another puff on the cigar, and I can't help to step back a bit.
"We'll keep that in mind, Mrs Carter. In the meantime, if you don't mind, we would like to have a look around your house." Jones said and she nodded. We left her outside as I catch up some air, and couldn't hold on, I cough out. "Are you okay?" Jones rubbed my back. "I thought I'm going to die smelling her cigar. I hate smoker." I muttered as I cough a little bit more. "Yeah. I wish Mrs Carter wouldn't chain-smoke like that. Makes my eyes water." He rubbed his eyes. I straighten up a bit and breath. "Yeah." I answered.
"Can you search the kitchen without me, Keirah? I really need to get some fresh air!" It's his turn to cough. "Yes, I think you should." I nodded rubbing his back.

I reached the kitchen and start an inspection. I went to the dining first as I held out my gloves. Nothing could be seen here, the table was neatly arranged. I searched through the corners, and reached beside the refrigerator. Suddenly a mice ran passed me. I yelped, I must have scared it too. Shaking my head, I proceed beside the oven. I saw a trash can that was almost full. I tried to dig it carefully. "Found anything?" Jones came back. "Hmm. Not yet." I said as I proceed. "But, I think I have." I furrowed as I held out a notebook. I opened it and we found out it was Jennifer's diary. One of the pages was torn. I looked around the trash and found its pieces. "Ah, teenage angst. Jennifer's torn the last pages of her diary to pieces! But I'm sure you can put them back together in no time, can't you, Keirah?" He said. I smiled and put it on the bag.
Back at the station, I started to put back the pieces of the torn pages. "Gotcha!" I grinned. Jones stared at it. "Jennifer's diary looks good as new now! I didn't expect any less from you, Keirah. Nicely done!" We took a closer look at the page, there was also a sketch, ""Raphael and me are THROUGH! He's NEVER going to leave Trish-the-Cow, too afraid of losing his job! That family's POISON! I HATE THEM ALL!" ..." Jones read the note beside it. "Intense..." I commented. "Whoa, this thing between Jennifer and Raphael must have been more serious than we thought if she wanted him to leave Trish for her!" he added. "Nobody wants a third wheel." I commented. "I think, we need to have another talk with our two lovebirds! Let's go!"
"Jones!" I called. "I found something that might help us for further investigation." I handed him a cellphone. "I found it on Jennifer's bagpack."
"Great let's send this to Alex to analyze."

After we send the phone to Alex, we head straight to talk to Trish. "Trish, we found Jennifer's diary and it looked like she and Raphael were together." Jones broke the news. Trish face began to fill with anger. "A girl is dead and all you care to do is spread filthy lies around? You're disgusting!" she exasperated.
Jones sighed. "We very much doubt Jennifer would lie in her own dia-" Trish cut, staring at him. "Shut up, SHUT UP! Raphael was NOT having affair with that... with Jennifer! He loves ME! He didn't care about that snobby flirt!" she shouted. I step forward trying to stop her from yelling.
But Jones didn't bothered her sharp glare. "You seem to harbor a lot of hate towards Jennifer, Trish. Why is that, if she didn't steal your boyfriend?" he added.
Trish began to calm slowly. "Like I said. She was a snob, and a flirt!" She sighed. "Sorry for not swooning over her! Now if you're done, I'd like to go out for a smoke. Dad hates it when I smoke inside." she said and left. "I'm starting to get a bad feeling around her." I noted. "She also smokes."
"Which matches our killer's profile." Jones added. And I nodded.
"We'll keep an eye on her. We should talk to Raphael next."

Just as we said to Trish, we told Raphael about the diary. He kept his eye lower and sweat was around his face. "Oh great, you found Jennifer's diary. Okay, yes, we fooled around once or twice.." he gulped. "But she kept telling me to break up with Trish, that the Collettis were like poison, she was insanely hateful towards them!" he gestured in panic.
"And breaking up with Trish would have meant losing your job, wouldn't it? How convenient that Jennifer's dead..." Jones squinted. "I would have never killed her! I just told her to get lost, I never hurt her!" Raphael waved his hands. I looked at him and read his face.
"Give us a second will you?" I said and pulled Jones. "I guess Sam was right about this kid, He seemed to panic and was confused what's happening around him." I whispered. "How can you tell? Let's see when we find something more on his place." He said, lowering his voice.
"Look, are we done?" Raphael asked. We turned back. "Sorry to keep you wait. But just in case, we would like to investigate more on your place."
"Do whatever you want! I didn't killed her." He said. "Uhmm. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have some cigarettes, would you? I could use some, it's been a really crappy day."
"Sorry, we're not a smoker type." I raised my brow. He sighed and mumbled as we left.

Jones' phone began to rang. "Hey Alex. What you got there?" Jones said. He tap the loud speaker so I could also hear it. "Oh, there isn't much on that cellphone. Mostly just casual messages from Jennifer to her friends and her mom..." Alex said.
But he added. "Well, of course, except for this, sent two hours before she died: "I'm not scared of you! I'm going to tell. You'll pay for what you did!"!"
"She's really... mad." I murmured.
"Intense huh?" Alex snorted. "And guess who she sent it to? ... Raoul Colletti!" We exchanged look at the last line.
"We better talk to this guy." Jones muttered. "Thanks Alex." and hang up the phone.

"That... that message was nonsense! I just laughed it off. Thought she had dialed the wrong number." Raoul chuckled nervously.
"Oh yeah? Why would she have had your number in the first place, Mr Colletti? Fast orders of kidneys?" Jones sneered.
"Look, let's be serious here! You know how kids are, always making up stories! She was just having me on, that's all!" Raoul said.
"We will be the judge of that. Now, we need to know your shoe-size, and your daughter's as well." Jones asked.
"We both wear a size 10. Trish always complains that she got my feet, haha."

"How does the shoe size matter on the investigation?" I asked as we get back to the car. "Remember the shoeprints we collected?" I nodded in response.
"Grace got the killer's shoe size and she found it was size 10." He explained.
"Interesting. Raoul and Trish have size 10." I smirked. "But does Raoul telling the truth? You know, he seems a bit fidgety when you tell him about the text."
"Yeah, but I don't know what to think. If Jennifer's message was really addressed to Mr Colletti, then he's becoming our number one suspect." Jones said.
"But he denies it, if only Jennifer is here." He added.
"So the list of suspects are adding up. Think we should go back to Cooperville and see if there any clues?"
"Good idea, Keirah. Maybe inspiration will strike us there..."

We head back to the Shack and started the investigation. Things are in place like we came here before. Messy. I searched beneath some pile of clothes and I found a bloody cloth. "Something fishy eh?" I told Jones.
"Perfect job as always, 's get this to Grace!"

"Most of the blood on that rag was Jennifer's, but not all. Your killer must have cut themselves doing their dirty job." Grace noted. "Comparing DNA with our entire database would take weeks, but I can tell you this straight away: your killer's bloodtype is O positive!" she added. "Great, that's much of a help. Thanks!" Jones said.

Later at the station. Jones seemed to be stressed out. "I don't know what to think anymore. It seems most of our suspects could have killed Jennifer!" he said walking back and forth. "Uh, yeah. Almost all of them matches the killer's profile." I noted. "Could you stop for a moment. I can't talk to you that way. You're making me a bit of uncomfy." I furrowed.
"Well I am stressed out right now." He stopped and plopped down to the chair beside me. "Raphael was having an affair with her, and Trish, whether she believes in the affair or not, clearly hated Jennifer anyway." he added.
"She might also knew it, that is why she hated Jennifer that much." I noted.
"And there's that weird message Jennifer sent to Mr Colletti..." He said, his hand were on his chin.
I doubt she get it wrong sent. I've seen it on her diary, she called them a poison. She must have pointing it out to the Collettis.
I snapped out from my thoughts as Jones sighed. "At least you've discovered a new piece of evidence, the killer's blood type! With you by my side, I'm sure we'll catch that killer soon, Keirah." I could tell that I blushed at his comment.
"Uhhhh. Yeah, sure we'll catch the killer soon." I smiled.

We scanned through the suspects profiles, reviewing it again. "Well, Keirah, what do you make of this case? We've got one young girl killed like she was a piece of veal, and a lot of shady suspects..." He noted.
"We still have to find more evidence, I think. We have our time." I raised my brow, staring at the document.
"To gain time, I've asked Ramirez to fill us in on our last suspects' shoe-sizes. Mrs Carter wears a size 9.5... Sam wears a size 10.5. He also smokes like a chimney." He said. As for Raphael's shoe-size, it's a 10. Basically this means that-"
"Deputy Silvers, Sir! Mrs Carter is here to speak with you. She's in hysterics, she won't stop crying! I think you ought to come quick!" Ramirez rushed in. We exchanged looks and head outside.

Vanessa was crying when we arrived at the interrogation room. She's in hysteria, her hands shaken as she held on to me. "Easy Mrs. Carter..." I rubbed her back. "My daughter's heart! THEY SOLD ME MY DAUGHTER'S HEART!" she wailed. My jaw dropped hearing the news.
"What... please, Mrs Carter, calm down. Who sold you your daughter's heart? Where is it?" Jones asked.
"This morning! I went to buy some meat! And there's... there's a heart in there, and I never bought any!" she stuttered. "Don't you understand? They gave me my daughter's heart so I would EAT it!" I can't help but to held her close.
"Those groceries, are they in your home? We will figure this out, don't worry!" Jones assured. We get to his car right away. Mrs. Carter was keep on wailing about her daughter, as I kept comforting on her. We arrived soon at her house.
"Mrs. Carter, stay here and chill a bit, while we investigate your kitchen okay." I said helping her to sit down on the couch. She nodded and she seems a bit calm now. "Don't worry, we figure this out." I smiled.

Jones and I found the grocery bag at her kitchen. It was placed on the table, things were strayed out. "I'll, uh, let you search this bag, right Keirah? I think I saw something over... over there." I glared at Jones. "C'mon I know how good you are in finding stuff?" he grinned.
I sighed as I searched down the bag, and yep. I found a heart, packaged in plastic wrap.
"Oh Golly, is that what I think it is? Let's take it to the lab!" Jones said with disgust and I nodded.

"This is your victim's heart, alright. Are you telling me the killer sold Jennifer's heart to her own mother?!" Grace was shocked. "Evidently, yes." Jones nodded. "Did you find anything else? Can you get fingerprints off of... of that?"
Grace sighed. "No, but I found something else. There were yellow fibers stuck to her heart." she glanced at us. "Plain cotton, nothing remarkable... but now you know your killer was wearing yellow clothes!" She stopped. "Guys?"
I glanced up to Jones. "Oh golly, Jones?"
"Well, I'm not sorry to see the end of this case." He smirked. I smiled. "I only hope Jennifer's killer hasn't had time to carve somebody else up!"
"Let's go arrest that freak, shall we, Keirah?" He said.
"Got it." I smiled.

"I'm sorry to tell you Sir, but the evidence we got, leads to your daughter." Jones said. Trish face began to change into a sudden grim. "Dad, you're not going to let them arrest me, are you?" She stammered. Raoul just stared as we held her. "Dad! DO something!" she yelled. Jones started to place the cuff on her wrist as I hold her. "I... they have proof, sweetie. How... how could you do such a thing?" Raoul fret.
"That bastard slept with my boyfriend! And she kept flirting with you dad, I SAW her! What, I was supposed to let that fly?!" She gritted.
"Are you meaning to tell us you killed a girl because you thought she was a flirt?!" Jones furrowed.
"She was a TRAMP! I had to teach her to behave!" she shouted.
"By cutting her up?!" He glared.
"SHE HAD IT COMING! I don't regret nothing, nothing! She bled like the pig she was!"
"We've heard more than enough. Trish Colletti, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a Court..."

The next day, the trial for Jennifer's murder began, all is there. Mrs. Carter is still had that horrified look, and Mr. Raoul, still couldn't believe his daughter could do such thing. Trish was standing, facing the judge. "Never have I heard of such a heinous crime in all my years presiding this Court." Judge Hall said. "For this reason, Trish Colletti, despite being 16 years of age, you have been tried as an adult for the kidnapping, torture and slaughter of Jennifer Carter."
"I only did what had to be done! Raphael was under her spell, but now he knows I did it for love, for us!" Trish said.
"I think what Raphael KNOWS is that he's lucky you didn't have time to carve him up as well..." Jones sneered.
"STOP LYING! He hated her, he wanted her gone, she was a witch!" She yelled. Soon the crowd began to exchanged confusing looks.
"Silence in the Court! Trish Colletti, you are hereby sentenced to life in jail, with psychological monitoring and a chance for parole in 40 years. Court is adjourned!" Judge Hall rapped the gavel.
It's all done. Mrs. Carter seemed to not believe all this was happened, either to Mr. Raoul. I couldn't even believe a girl would do such thing.

"I wonder how Mrs Carter will ever manage to rebuild her life... She couldn't even speak during the trial... And I don't know how I'd feel in Mr Colletti's shoes. Knowing that your own child has been capable of such cruelty..." Jones noted as we head back to the station. "I was thinking the same thing too." I added.
"I pity them both. Jennifer and Trish."
"Yeah?" He furrowed.
"They both do a wrong thing because they loved one guy." I snorted.
"Yeah, sometimes too much love will kill you... Or you will get killed." He noted.
I chuckled. "Well, Love is not the problem, the people are. We sometimes came to love the people and do the wrong things. Thinking we did it for love, but it's wrong. In Trish case."
"Wow. Another inspiring words." He chuckled and I laughed.

"In any case, I'm impressed with you, you didn't even puke once!" He commented. "I was trying not to." I tilted my head. "Still can't get ahead of the scene though." I shook my head.
"Don't worry you'll be." He said. "What do you say, let's go and see Chief King."

A/N: Addtional investigation is up soon. Please bear with me. :D Thanks. Safety and Peace.