Short story;

But only at night

A/n
Starting to get the hang of these short stories so here u go

Cause if the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you,
Drive highways and highways to be there with you,
Over and over the only truth, everything comes back to you,

As the song lyrics play again in my head, I swing to it. I don't know what the name of the song is, but I like these sentences. They play in my head all day.

I walk around the corner of the street, buried in my own thoughts, when an old woman tells me: "Hey! Look out where you're going," and rolls her eyes. "Sorry," I mumble.

I walk into the building and take the elevator up. When I reach the twelfth floor, someone's waiting for me. I recognize it as my colleague.

"Hey what's up?" I ask, "Is there any information about our investigation?" "No, there's nothing sadly-" before he can finish that sentence I cut him off, "Another one?" I look at the paper in his hands, showing a young girl with blonde hair and braces. In silence he nods and then answers, "Yeah. A 16- year old girl." I gasp and put my hand to my mouth. "No-"

Walking, we talk about how it's the 10th murder at night, in a row. We had to outsmart them.

I reach my office and he walks further to his own whilst I walk into mine. I sit down behind my desk. It's made of a dark wood, there's a computer on it which, when you unlock it, shows a waterfall.

In the drawers of the desk lay endless paperwork that I still haven't cleaned out. I search through all of it and find the paperwork with information I've been collecting about the murders.

It's not a lot. We've figured out the murders have been caused by one person. They've used more than one way to kill the victims, under which are drowning, suffocation, and one's even been electrocuted.

They're horrible deaths, but so far, no-one's been shot to death, so it'd make no sense if it were someone with a gun in property.

I take a map. They've all been in the city, relatively close to each other. I take two pins and pin it to the wall. I walk forth and back from my computer to the map, pinning wherever has been a murder.

When I'm about to pin the ninth, I hear a knock on the door. As I walk towards the door, I upturn the papers on my desk.

"Yes?" I ask, "Oh. It's you. Did you find anything?" My colleague shakes his head, "Nope, not really, but all of them were at night, right?" He asks. I'm confused on as though why he'd ask this.

"Yeah, why?"

"We can await them."

I snicker. "Oh yeah, because we know exactly where they're going to strike." I roll my eyes. He shrugs, "It was just an idea.."

Over the rest of the morning, I look at the map on my wall. Something looks familiar, I just can't seem to figure out what.

Ny colleague gathers information about the last murder, the 16- year old. "She's been killed with what seems to be.. a kitchen knife.."

Amateur, I mentally take a note of it.

He finds out she was picking up her 12- year old brother from his drama classes. It had been eleven in the evening. I remember going to bed early yesterday, as it had been a long day.