Nephrite lay in his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't get his mind off Makoto. Not that he wanted to, but it made thinking about other things almost impossible. All he could see was him holding her in his arms and covering her body with hot tantalizing kisses. He could even hear her moan his name softly in his ear. Nephrite growled under his breath. He needed to be satisfied and lying in bed wasn't doing him any good. Nephrite glanced at the clock. It read 5:30 am.

"Fuck," he grumbled.

A few minutes later, he was dressed in his robe and went to stand on the balcony of his condo. All that was on his mind was the seductive detective...

-There was a knock at the door and in walked Makoto. A wicked smile played on her lips. He raised an eyebrow as she walked over to him and sat down slowly in his lap. She purred softly as she began to lightly kiss his neck. He moaned a little and caressed her back. Then she kissed his lips while slipping her tongue in his mouth and running hers against his. Nephrite moaned even louder and pushed her onto the desk in front of him. He took off his jacket and shirt and kissed her again. She moaned and rubbed his chest while he unzipped his pants...-

Nephrite shook his head and frowned. This was getting to be too much. He had things to do. He got dressed quickly and headed to the gallery.

...

She laid there as if dead. Her chest rose up and down slowly. Her head throbbing slightly as she got up from the dirt floor. The cold hit her body and she carefully put on the robe lying beside her. For some reason she knew the way to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror that was above the sink. Her reflection was horrifying. As though there wasn't glass there, someone began to materialize in it. She gasped and stepped back. He was faceless. He grabbed her by the throat and began to choke her. She struggled and tried to pry his fingers loose. Her breath became short and rapid. Her lungs screaming for air. Her eyes were glazing over. The room spinning... it was time to die...

Makoto woke up screaming while trying to pry fingers around her neck, but no one was there. She opened her eyes and let out a sob. (It felt so real.) Her heart beat loudly in her chest as if it was trying to come out. She felt dizzy and ran into the bathroom. She looked at her reflection and winced. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat and her hair clung to her neck. She put it back into a ponytail, but froze when she glanced at her neck. Makoto's legs gave out and she fell to the floor. On her neck were fingerprints.

RING! RING!

Makoto got up and ran for the phone.

"Hello?"

"Brooks? This is Amara. Get your ass down to the morgue NOW!"

"See you in a few."

She put the phone down and quickly dressed. She called Andrew and drove silently to the morgue.

City Morgue...

By the time she got there, Andrew was already talking to Amara. She sat in a chair until they looked at her.

"About time you got here," he smiled.

Makoto frowned.

"Just once would you shut up?"

Andrew raised an eyebrow and got up from his sit. Amara looked at her thoughtfully.

"You okay?"

"No, but for now what is it you wanted to tell us?"

Amara's eyes grew wide.

"I think I've uncovered some serious shit. You ready? Okay. About nine years ago which was 1997, a young man, Xavier Huston, age 17, from New Orleans, Louisiana went to visit some relatives in New York. He never got there. They searched for an entire year, but as you know after a certain time, they announce the missing person dead."

"So basically a cold case?"

Amara shook her head.

"No. I haven't told you the best part. Now three years later, a body is found near Buffalo, New York by the Canadian border. The body was beyond recognition so they looked at dental records. The body was Xavier. The most particular thing about this is that the pattern on his body is the exact replica of Rhonda's marks."

Makoto jerked up.

"S-So you're saying is the killer has done this before?"

"Yes, Brooks that's exactly what I am saying."

Andrew looked grim.

"We've gotten into some serious shit before, but this beats it all. Makoto here is another shocker. That missing boy Xavier is the son of Maggie Huston. The lady from the diner."

- WooWoo316