Mike flopped down in Vicki's chair. Henry sniffed, he smelled like fresh sex. Henry curled his lips up in a smile.
"For a man who just got laid, you don't seem too happy."
"Henry!" Vicki said.
"Sorry love, couldn't resist." Although the two men had come to a truce, Henry still liked to ruffle Mike's feathers every now and then, Mike did the same to Henry. Mike must have been very distraught as he had no reaction to what Henry said to him.
"Mike," Vicki snapped her fingers, "Hellooo...Vicki to Mike.."
"Wha...?? Oh," Mike rubbed his hands over his face, "yeah, sorry. So what am I not going to be happy about?"
Vicki frowned at Mike, looked to Henry and shook her head. Men.
"Well, seems Henry here recalls the marks left on our victims." Vicki sighed out. Mike sighed with her.
"Mike are you okay?" Vicki asked.
"Yeah, fine. So maybe it's a copycat?" Mike skimmed over Vicki's question. Henry knew he was lying, he cold sense it.
"How could it be Detective? These murders were never reported." Henry stated.
"So why I"m surprised, I couldn't tell ya.." Mike threw his hands up. He was terribly tense.
"Mike if this is a bad time for you, Henry and I could do some diggin' for you.." Mike cut her off.
"Yeah, you and fang boy here, just the peachy perfect couple huh?? Now you think I can't do my job either huh??" Mike stood up.
"Well let me tell you.." Mike boomed, his finger pointing in their direction, "I CAN," he pointed to his own chest, "DO my job!"
Mike stormed out of the office leaving Henry and Vicki to stare blankly after him.
After a few seconds of silence, Vicki said, "What the hell was that?"
Henry shook his head, "I have no clue. But I suspect, just because I'm man I'm sure, that it's got something to do with Kate.."
"Huh..you're probably right. Not our business.'' Yeah, riiight. Like Vicki wasn't going to delve into that.
The killer watched and waited, licking their lips. The prostitute wasn't working, not yet, not for another few hours. She was in her shabby apartment getting ready. The killer watched from the outside. The girl turned, feeling someone stare at her through her window, nothing. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to getting ready.
She would be next. To feel the knife cutting slowly, making the marks, the penetration, it would be so wonderful. The killer licked their lips again. Nightfall couldn't come quick enough.
Vicki made Coreen go home.
"No really, I'm fine. Please, I can't just sit home and do nothing, " Coreen had whined.
"Okay, fine, I'll call your mother," Vicki picked up the phone. Coreen put her hand over Vicki's hanging it back up. Vicki didn't need Gwen for backup, she just knew Coreen was a typical daughter.
"Allright, sheesh..! " Coreen hated to have her mother lecture her, normal mother/daughter stuff. Gwen had told her a week ago to start staying home. Coreen had skirted her for a week but no more, Vicki was adamant as well. Coreen gathered her things.
"So, you'll be okay without me?" Coreen asked sadly.
"Yes and no..I'll be okay, but believe me, you'll have a mess to clean up when you get back." Vicki teased her although she was serious about the mess.
"Coreen, go. Get ready for the baby okay? Henry will keep me in line."
Henry and Coreen both smirked at Vicki.
"What?" Vicki feigned surprise.
"Call me if you need anything okay?'" Coreen told her. Vicki reached over, rubbed Coreen's belly and said,
"I think I can say with some sort of confidence, you call me if you need anything.." Coreen was touched, Vicki had never really touched her much, much less to rub her belly. Coreen's eyes started to mist over.
"Oh for the love of...Coreen don't cry!" Vicki tried to stop her, too late. Henry gave Vicki the "hug her" look, Vicki sighed and did it.
Vicki was much more Vickish when she wasn't pregnant. Pregnancy makes you all mushy, inside and out. Not that Vicki didn't care for Coreen, she was just a little emotionally challenged sometimes. She calmed Coreen, reassurred her once more and sent her on her way.
Vicki sighed, "Was I that emotional when I was pregnant?" Vicki put her hand up.."NO..don't answer that.."
Henry wasn't planning on it..safer for him.
The killer waited all afternoon, waited until the pretty little thing left her apartment. The girl made it to the area where all the ladies of the evening hung out. They were all whispering.
"Oh, Starr, come here Starr.."One of the other more seasoned women were calling her over. They told her about the murders, told her to be careful.
"Okay," She was only eighteen, new to the trade. She had come in search of big dreams and found nothing but even bigger nightmares.
She walked along, afraid. A car pulled up beside her.
"Hi..how much?" the voice asked.
"Depends on what you want." She replied.
"The whole thing, all night, give you a thousand dollars." Starr thought for a minute, shrugged and got in. That was more than she made in two weeks..
Greed can get you killed...