Guilty Pleasure ( Flip Zimmerman X Reader )

Hell of a Time

Flip P.O.V

I arrived at the new apartment I was given to start my investigation.

I look up to the second floor to see where I would be staying. Looks as if the outside was just painted. Hoping the inside would look just as good. Usually the inside was always trashed by a previous investigation.

I open the door with the key I was given and enter the threshold.

Looking around at the dust around the place, I knew no one was investigating here for a while and I had a lot of work ahead of me.

The furniture was covered in plastic and the TV looking like it belonged in the '80s. The curtains looking ragged. I was going to need to fix this place up if I was staying here.

With 3 local girls murdered recently, it was a trend of a killer who has been in the area for the last 20 years. Every 3 years he starts up again killing at least 5 local women, usually in college
and then suddenly disappears. Each woman had long dark brown hair and blue eyes. I'd be on the lookout for any one who is lingering too long next to a young girl with that description. It'd been investigated before, but only one detective got close, and suddenly abandoned the case.

I thought it was suspicious considering he was male. He was well-built, and always had a good reputation. But sometimes when you get too close to an investigation you just gotta quit it.

As for me, I don't back down from any job. This son of a bitch is getting caught.

With my new name and identity, I am sure I can roll in and get comfortable here in the small-town USA. This tiny town in Colorado, a big party area for college students. Which is why it would be a good place for this man to hunt his prey.

Having been from Colorado Springs. I had passed by this town a few times never giving it a thought at all.

Clyde Logan. I rolled my eyes. What kind of backwoods undercover name is that? I thought to myself looking at the paperwork. Luckily I was able to also work at the local university but under my name.

Professor Zimmerman has a good ring to it. If anyone would to find I out my undercover name I'd say it was just a Nick name. Who calls someone flip?

As Clyde, - southern man from West Virginia, I need to try to find the hot spot of this town and get a job there if I wanted to dig deeper than usual. Flashing my badge will only get me so far.

I started to declutter the area, and soon found out I needed more supplies.

It was almost dark and decided to head to the local bar.

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I walked into the local bar hoping to find a job. As I suspected a help wanted sign on the door. I enter with a charming smile and sit down on the stool closest to the entrance.

"What will it be tonight stranger?" the bartender smiled. She was really young to be a bartender. Her hair was dark, eyes light blue. Almost as if she was made for the serial killer in the area.
I'd be sure to keep a closer eye on her, though if she has been here for a while. Why doesn't he take her?

"Whiskey, and a job for me darlin'" I hummed.

Her eyes went wide with excitement. "Would you like to apply? I could really use the help" she explained pouring my drink.

I nodded. "I was a bartender for 4 years in my last town. Just looking to pick up where I left off." I added with some southern tang and took a sip of the whiskey she handed me.

Reaching into my pocket to pay she puts a hand out to stop me. "As long as you know how to mix drinks and run tabs, you're in" she smiled.

"Yes, ma'am I certainly can," I replied.