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The phone rang loudly next to the queen-sized bed. A young woman's head popped out from under the covers. She blindly turned on the lamp, groaned as the light shined in her eyes, and grabbed the phone.
"This better be good Rivera," she warned.
"Isn't it always?" a male voice asked.
She squinted across the room. The digital clock on top of her dresser blinked 6:30 am.
"Only you would call me at six fucking thirty in the morning Andrew!" she yelled.
"Well sorry for being a concerned partner. Duty calls."
"This is what I get for working with you," she replied.
"Just be at Indian Springs A.S.A.P.," he said flatly.
She hung up the phone and ran a hand through her chestnut brown hair. She got up from her bed and walked over to the window of her penthouse apartment. Las Vegas was still buzzing with excitement. The lights flashed on and off the buildings and reflected off the walls of her room. She walked over to her closet and pulled out some jeans, a tank top, and her favorite black jacket. She put her hair into a high ponytail, got her keys, locked the door, and pressed the elevator down button. After five chimes, the door opened and she stepped in. She pressed the '1' button and leaned against the wall. A muffled noise came from her hip. She raised an eyebrow and picked up her cell phone. The name 'Helix' blinked on the caller id.
"Brooks speaking," she said.
"Are you on your way? Did Rivera call you?"
"Hello Chief and yes he did. I will be there shortly. Bye," she said.
The elevator reached the ground floor and she walked out and into the parking lot. She stopped in front of an emerald '67 Shelby GT-350 with lightning bolts on the side and got in. Then she backed out and drove silently to Indian Springs.
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Makoto parked her car and got out. For it being this early, the desert heat had already set in making the air dry and humid. She would have given anything for a breeze right now. Police officers stood around talking in low voices. She flashed her badge and went under the yellow crime tape. She saw her partner Andrew talking to a CSI officer. He glanced up at her and waved her over.
"Hey Brooks."
"Catch me up while we walk up to the body."
Andrew followed her.
"Homicide. Female, late 20s, found with fifteen stab wounds all over her body. A homeless man found the body around 5:30am."
"Time of death?"
"Coroner is already examining the body, but she said give or take an hour...maybe around 2am."
"Do you have a name?"
"No identification was found. Killer most likely took it."
They reached the clearing where the body laid. The coroner was kneeling over the body covering in with the sheet. She turned around and stood up. Andrew cleared his throat. Her dark blue eyes bore into the two detectives and her short blond hair moved slightly in the breeze.
"You must be the new coroner."
She nodded.
"Amara Thompson. Nice to meet you. I've taken a blood sample to get tested at the lab. Out of all the wounds, the fatal blow was to the cardiac and femoral artery muscles. Caused severe blood loss. Whoever did this had a lot of rage."
She pulled the sheet up to reveal the body. Makoto froze in her spot. Amara pointed to the wounds.
"If you look here-"
Everything became muffled to Makoto. Her eyes stared into the dead eyes of the victim. They were like a blue-green tunnel of nothingness. Makoto stepped back against a tree. Her legs felt like jelly.
"Are you okay?"
Makoto started to shake.
"Rhonda's dead!"
Amara looked scared.
"Who's Rhonda? Makoto? Makoto! Riviera, get over here now!"
Andrew ran over to them. Makoto started convulsing against the tree.
"We were turning the body over and as soon as she saw the face she freaked out," Amara explained panicky.
"Go get the police! Hurry!"
Amara got up and ran out the woods. Andrew held up Makoto.
"Hang on Brooks. Help is coming," he whispered.
Makoto vision became blurry as she fell into a dead faint.
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