Chapter six; Detectives and Jealousy.
Okay, I hav an evil idea that will take up at least 3 to 4 chapters. I blame my sister for this. Also I want to apologize for the chapter mix up. I already typed most of the chapters and I got confused with the files. BTW I suck at labeling. So for all my followers you might want to read chapter 3 again and to make up for my idiot brain I'll post 2 more chapters.
Jo exited the elevator anxiously. There had been another murder they were called to investigate the crime scene. Jo sighed as she realised they were going to have to reschedule lunch. Before she came even close to Henry's office she sensed something was wrong. Lucas was sitting and reading his comic books or 'graphic novel' and Henry was no where to be seen. His office door was closed, as were the blinds. She walked over to the office door, but before she opened it Lucas stopped her.
"I wouldn't go in there, Detective. He was beyond angry when I asked if he was alright. He has been in his office for over an hour." Lucas said as he turned another page in his comic book. Lucas was obviously upset. "The rest of the M.E's left when he started throwing things around in his office."
"What the hell happened that made him this upset… and why didn't you come find me?" Jo questioned worriedly.
"I thought he needed alone time. He was pretty angry after he spoke on the phone." Lucas said as a worried expression crept onto his features.
"I'll go talk to him." Jo said as she opened the office door and then closed it behind her once she was inside. She found Henry sitting with his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. His usual neat and tidy office looked like a hurricane had swept through it. Papers and containers with pens and pencils were tossed around on the floor.
"Lucas, I requested to be alone for a while." Henry said as sorrow and fear crowded his usual cheerful voice.
"An hour is more than a while, Henry." Jo said as she eyed him sympathetically. Henry's head shot up at the sound of Jo's voice. She took a step closer to him and sat in one of the office chairs. "What happened, Henry?" She asked as she extended her hand across the table to grasp his.
"Markus called…" Henry said as he tried his best to conceal his anger. "He said he was bringing Adam back." Henry said as fear gripped his heart again. "If he isn't already back."
"Hey, we'll stop them, Henry. I have a gun remember. They won't come near me.' Jo tried to reassure him. "We'll deal with this later, alright? Right now there is a body waiting for us with about ten police officers and if we don't get down there I'm pretty sure that Dr. Washington will take over." She teased.
"Alright, but we're warning Abe about the situation tonight, but let me call him first." Henry said as he walked over to the telephone.
"I'll call him on our way. Now come on we've got a murder to solve." Jo said as she dragged Henry by his sleeve.
"I can't believe you got the Doc out of his cave." Lucas said as he put his coming book down.
"I'd hardly call my office a cave, Lucas." Henry said with a disapproving look. Jo elbowed him in his ribcage. When he looked her way he received one of her famous disapproving looks. He sighed before turning back to Lucas.
"I am sorry for my outburst earlier, Lucas. The man that had called me is extremely unreasonable."
"I could see that from the way it sounded in there." Lucas said teasing slyly.
"Quite so, but I will be back later, Lucas. There is a crime scene to investigate. I trust that you'll keep things in check here?" Henry asked with a smile, his anger towards Adam and Markus forgotten for the time being.
"You got it, Doc." Lucas smiled like an idiot.
The sight before them was horrible. Of course they had seen worse at previous crime scenes, but there was so much blood. The poor girl in front of was in her early twenties. She was stabbed to death in the middle of central park. You could clearly see that she was pregnant. Henry knelt in front of the girl. The girl in front of him was beautiful. She was healthy and well taken care of. He felt the back of his eyes burn. Who in their right mind would murder a woman baring a child. He forced himself to slip his barrier back on to avoid any emotion. He would find the man who did this to her. He will bring justice to this mother and child. He quickly slipped on his rubber gloves and started searching through the woman's clothes. To his surprise he found a letter.
"What did you find, Henry?" Jo questioned as she approached and knelt down along-side him.
"It's a letter from someone with the initials, CC." Henry answered as he frowned. "My guess is that our victim knew the person that asked her to meet him here. There doesn't seem to be struggle so the murderer came from behind and killed her in one slice. He slit her throat and then continued to stab her for his own pleasure. It's a absolute tragedy." Henry said with a sigh.
"You can say that again, Doctor." A feminine voice with a British accent stated behind them. Henry and Jo turned around and came face to face with a blonde women around their age. She was dressed neatly with a white overcoat. "I'm Amelia Archer," She said as she shook Henry and Jo's hand before she continued. "a detective for the London Police department. Lieutenant Reece said that you two were the once I should talk to. I've been working on this case for six months now. The man that did this goes by the name, Copy Cat. He only goes after women who are about six months pregnant and are in their early twenties. I've only spoken to this man once on the phone briefly. He gloated over his success and mocked that I would never discover his identity. The phone call ended before we could track him." Amelia said calmly.
"I'm Detective Jo Martinez and this is Medical examiner Dr. Henry Morgan. You said that he calls himself the Copy Cat. Why is that?" Jo questioned sternly.
"Well he has been copying the…"
"Peasenhall murder." Henry interrupted Amelia. "Only our victim knew this man and she would only meet him if she trusted him. If my calculations are correct she died around midnight. What woman in her right mind would meet a anonymous man or woman around midnight." Henry stated.
"Very observant, Doctor. I believe you will discover more after an autopsy. I will pop by at the station momentarily. I need to report this to my superiors." Amelia said before walking off. Jo almost glared at the woman as she walked away. She was almost sure that she saw her wink at Henry when she said that she'll 'pop by', but she quickly brushed it off.
"Our victim's name is Victoria Williams, age twenty-two. She is unmarried and was studying at New York University. She was an excellent student too. She hasn't been seeing anyone as far as her record shows. This is quite a sticky-situation." Henry sighed as he turned to Jo and Amelia.
"How so, Doctor?" Amelia questioned seriously. Henry sighed heavily again before continuing.
"It's odd that the killer calls himself Copy Cat when the Peasenhall murder wasn't a serial killing. It was done by one man who caused a father rather a lot of sadness…" Henry trailed off as his memory faded back into the past.
1 June 1902, Suffolk village of Peasenhall.
William Harsent was completely a lost case at that moment. He had found out moments ago that his daughter, Rose Harsent did not in fact fall down the stairs and slit her own throat open, but instead was murdered by some soulless being. Henry handed William a glass of water and sat next to him in the kitchen of the cottage. His hands trembled as he accepted the glass. The police behind them were searching the property to discover any evidence or clues as to whom could've killed his daughter.
"Thank you, Doctor Morgan." William said as he forced a smile.
"I am incredibly sorry for what happened to your daughter, Mr. Harsen. She seemed like a lovely woman." Henry said sincerely.
"Oh she was and I loved her very dearly." William said with sorrowful eyes. "Doctor Morgan, if I recall correctly, you assist the police in solving mysteries and murders. If I may, can I ask you a favour?"
"What sort of favour Mr. Harsen?" Henry questioned raising his eyebrow, but eyed the man with sincerity.
"Find the man who did this to my daughter, so she can receive justice."
"Henry? Henry?" Jo said snapping him back to reality. "You zoned out on us again." Jo said with a soft smile. She started noticing that when he zoned out on them like this he was remembering something from his past.
"Oh, I apologize. I just recalled something that might help us with our case. I'll be back in about ten minutes. Jo would you like to accompany me?"
"Sure thing, Henry." Jo said before grabbing her jacket.
"We won't be long, Detective. Make yourself at home." Amelia nodded before taking a seat in one of the morgue's chairs. Lucas was lost in one of his comic books after Henry and Jo left in the elevator.
"I know I put it in here somewhere. Abe! Where did you put my files of 1902?" Henry shouted as he rummaged through boxes and dust bunnies.
"Why do you need them, Pops?" Abe asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and peeked over his reading glasses.
"I assure you Abraham I am not going to revel in my sorrows over past mistakes and flaws. I need to find my autopsy and official doctor's reports of the Peasenhall murder." Henry said the matter-of-a-fact.
"I put it on top of your bookshelf in the corner and also, when the two of you come home I'd like to know why I need to have my shot gun with me." Abe said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Adam," Jo started, but before she could continue Abe made his way up the stairs shouting back," I'll go ahead and load it." And with that he left Henry and Jo in the lab.
"Hold on. You have the original reports of the Peasenhall murder? Wait, wait. You had the original reports of the Jack the Ripper case. You were the one that was the personal ME on both of those cases and you never mentioned this why?" Jo asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Some memories are better left forgotten." Henry said as he opened the box with the year 1902 written in black ink. Jo's look of irritation turned into a look of sincerity. She didn't exactly understand what he meant, but she knew there was a story behind it.
"We should go and talk to her parents first before we do anything else. They might be able to shed some light on the situation." Henry said as he put his files on his desk.
"I think that is a good idea. We might even discover a motive." Jo said with a grin.
"We might even discover who this son of a bitch is." Amelia stated. As Henry made his way to the elevator Amelia held Jo back for a second.
"Something wrong, Detective?" Jo asked narrowing her eyes.
"No I wanted talk with you for a moment. I wanted to ask you what you and Henry are? I know we're busy with official police business, but I find that man extremely attractive." Amelia said with a sly smile. Her green eyes shined with mischief.
"That is absolutely none of your business. We are absolute professionals and you should act like one too." Jo said with irritation. She felt a burn of jealousy in the middle of her stomach. She brushed it off and made her way to the elevator with Amelia hot on her heels.
"Well, I hope you don't mind a bit of competition." Amelia whispered into Jo's ear.
It feels like this chapter turned out the way I wanted it, but whatevs. Tell me what you guys think and I'll post another evil idea later. Until next time…
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P.P.S I am sorry for the mix up.