"Took a shot in the dark
Though the aim was true
Still it missed the mark
As we wait for a hero we can't find
Now I know, now I realize
It's a hard line
Once you cross you're on your own
But I won't lie, I'm not satisfied
We can't wait much longer"I pulled up to the house where I had been instructed to go. I stopped singing along to Slash and turned off the engine. I saw Lissa waiting for me with two coffees in her hands. No one had told me any details about the crime scene yet. I pulled my long brown hair into a ponytail. I stepped out of my 1965 Chevy Impala and walked over to Lissa.
"What have we got today?" I questioned her. She gave me a concerned look. Lissa had been my best friend ever since we were in primary school and out teacher tried to make us write our full names on all our books. Who ever thought it was a good idea to make a 5 year old, who had anger management problems, write out Rosemary Hathaway and not expect a book thrown at her head was an idiot. I felt sorry for Lissa having to write Vasilisa Dragamore out in full. I also called our teacher fascist, I didn't know what it meant but it seemed to fit at the time. Lissa has always looked like a model, her small build and amazing emerald eyes and her platinum blonde hair was permanently straight.
"One victim, Hayley Waine, aged 18. Just passed high school yesterday. Her had had been smashed with a frying pan and she was gutted. Her friend's mother found her in her friend's bedroom, yet the blood was found in the kitchen. Then it gets strange"
"So someone moved her, what's the strange part."
"Her friend is nowhere to be found. Aria Williams aged 18. Her parents were out for the weekend so the girls could wind down from exams. Her body hasn't been found but in a closer inspection of the house there was a 'help me' craved under the kitchen table."
"What aren't you telling me Lissa?" she looked worried.
"There was a note in blood on the wall. Its for you." Shit. It can't be him. I shot him. Granted the body was never found but I shot him in a place that should kill him. I touched the scar on my neck, the reminder that every day was a blessing. Two years ago I was almost killed by a serial killer, we named him Slash due to the fact he always played a song that had the guitarist Slash and his crime scenes always looked like a slasher film. He took a liking to me. He told me he loved me, my curves, my Turkish skin that showed my ancestry, and my long brown hair that "went on for days" He loved it yet he kept me held in a storage locker for 6 months. It was sound proofed so no one would find me. I managed to escape and two weeks later he found me again and tried to slit my thought. He missed all the major arteries and for that I'm thankful.
"Lets go Lissa." We walked inside the house and I saw the note that shocked me.
Hello Rose, Long time no see…Kind of. I know about your life Rosie. I took our daughter and if you want more children I will get us more. Hurry Rose, The longer you take the more I do.
DPOVI saw two girls walk right into my crime scene. I was still in charge of this and no one was aloud through those doors. I noticed one of the girls, The brown haired one whose dark jeans hung low on her hips and her white tank top clinging to her curves, freeze when she saw the note on the wall. Why would that shock her?
"Who are you? And what are you doing on my crime scene" The blonde one looked at me, as if she just noticed me for the first time.
"The better question is who are you?" The brown haired girl questioned me without turning her head from the note. I could understand why if her name was Rose, but its not likely.
"I'm Dimitri Belikov, and this is my crime scene. Now who are you two?" I was getting pissed off.
"I'm Lissa and this is Rose, we are with the FBI and this is now our crime scene." I scoffed. She pulled out her badge and I stepped back fuming. How could Tasha not tell me this? The FBI had to inform police departments before they took over crime scenes and Tasha was meant to call me.
"Im guessing your boss didn't tell you? Who is your boss, we will call them and inform them we are here and to give you a pay rise." Is she serious?
"Her name is Tasha Ozera" A flash of recognition went across her face but it suddenly left, her face becoming emotionless and unreadable.
"Sparkys Aunt, Liss." Who's sparky? Rose seemed to read my mind.
"My adopted brother, his parents died when he was young and my mother was having bad feelings about leaving her only child with nannies all the time so bought me a brother. Then we were sent to boarding school." She still hadn't looked at me. Lissa had stepped out of the room and I walked over to Rose.
"What does it mean? He's watching Rose and Aria is his daughter?" She nodded. She never took her eyes off the note. Lissa walked back into the room and nodded at me.
"Can you show me the body?"
"Yeap, its upstairs." I took a step towards the stairs.
"Come on Rose." Lissa walked ahead of me and I finally asked the question I wanted to for a while.
"Do you know who the notes for?" She glanced at me, as if she was taking me in. I noticed a scar under her chin.
"Its for me."