Chapter 1-Catching Up
Although my mother was asleep, I couldn't help gaping as I overheard her television that was turned on the news. I raced to my room and quickly turned it onto Channel 7 News. It was a murder report by a gorgeous blonde woman who was in the BAU unit of the FBI. She was a criminal profiler as it said on a banner on the bottom of the screen. She was talking about a killer who had traveled from Nebraska to Iowa and had killed two families.
-We believe that we are dealing with a disorganized killer who targets whole families and dissects them out of curiosity." Said Jennifer (as titled below her). That sounded like the always scientific Jeremy.
" The way he dissects the victims, is disorganized, and has violent mood swings has led us to believe he is a young adult between the ages of 13 and 17" She continued. Jeremy was 13 now, had mood swings more than I did, and loved science.
"This unsub or unnamed suspect, is street wise, and looks perfectly innocent. We have reason to believe he may be getting rides and a place to stay from the targeted family. He strangles the children first, then stabs the fathers multiple times, and finally kills the mothers by blunt-force trauma." Jennifer continued. I was about to fall off the edge of my bed. Jeremy was the most street-smart person I have ever known and had the face of an angel. He, of course, couldn't drive yet and so him catching rides wouldn't surprise me. The "unsub" seemed to make the mothers suffer most, in my opinion, and that would be normal for Jeremy.
"If you have any information regarding this case, please call the number below. Any information at all will help" Blondie finished.
I almost face planted the wall as I rushed over to my cell phone. I feverishly punched 555 in, 54 I pressed slowing down. I finished with a reluctant 55 and just froze. I couldn't believe what I had just about done. I almost turned my own boyfriend, my best friend, my only friend, Jeremy in to the police after all we had gone through together, and after all he's done for me. I felt like a piece of rat crap.
I couldn't think of what to do next. I knew I would never be able to turn him in, but I knew for sure it was him murdering these innocent families. I knew I was doing wrong and was being a stupid girl right now, but it didn't matter. It was Jeremy and I would not turn him in. I would just write the number down.
This wasn't made easier by the fact that I lived right next door to his family. Anne and Ms. Sayer, the reasons why these murders were happening and the reason for the intense and unbearable pain I felt right now. I would never hurt them even though they had killed me inside. I didn't want to see either of them, but I knew that, without Jeremy here, I would have to suck it up and walk little nine-year-old Anne to and from school. I suffered every day from then on but could not show it. Not at home, school, or with Anne were my true feelings and thoughts safe.