He Killed the Radio Star

Chapter 7 - You Don't Think I Know What You've Done

I stared down at the wedding invitation. 

"Join us for the Beautiful Wedding of Adrian Michelson and Ariana Lewis at the Loft!" 

I glared at the cheesy font and looked at the bottom that held the details such as the time and date. My eyes locked on the eight words at the very bottom, "You are welcome to bring a plus one!" 

Who the hell would I bring to this stupid wedding?  I thought. 

A brief image of Christopher flashed in my mind. I let out a small laugh at the thought of bringing the chief as my date.

I thought about it more and more throughout the day while working on my case. I sat at my desk trying to figure out why the killer would take the eyes off his victims. It was clear that these were all very personal and the killer had a grudge against every single one of the victims 

An image of Christopher flashed across my mind again. I let out a frustrated breath. 

"Everything okay Mckenzie?" My partner asked. 

"Fine." I smiled at him. 

The day flew by dreadfully slow and by the end of it I wanted to rip my hair out and throw a fit like a toddler. I drove home still thinking about asking Christopher to be my date to the wedding. 

What was the big deal? He's my friend and friends do stuff together. Friends occasionally go to weddings together. Friends occasionally yell at each other because the other is being a jerk and isn't listening to his friend but its okay because she doesn't hold grudges. Actually she does but she decided to let this one go. 

I walked into my home and walked to my entry way mirror. 

"Grow some balls Mckenzie. It's not like it means anything." I gave myself that award winning pep talk before dialing Christophers number. 

It rang for a minute or two before his deep voice sang across the line, "Kerry."

"Hey Chris." I swallowed. 

You're a grown ass woman! Get a grip. I screamed at myself. 

"Are you doing anything Saturday?" I asked.

"No. Why?" 

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to a wedding with me?"

"As your date?" He chuckled. 

"Lets say acquaintances." 

"What time?"

"5:30."

"Ill be there at 5:20 to pick you up." 

"Oh you don't have-" 

The jerk hung up on me. So much for him being a gentleman. 

"Man am I in for a long night Saturday." My lips perked up into a smile.

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I went through my entire closet, searching for something, anything, to wear to the stupid event. I stood in a sports bra and booty shorts and kept digging. Until finally I found something in the corner. A champagne dress with thin straps that held it up and a zip in the back.

I quickly changed out of my sports bra and pulled on the stunning dress. I stared at myself in the mirror looking at the different person. 

I never wore dresses. I used to but not anymore. 

"Where do you think you're going?"  My fathers sharp tone sent shivers down my spine. 

"Im going out." My soft voice echoed through the small apartment.