Dressed For Death

CHAPTER 10

JULIETTE

It's been a few weeks since Hayden and I kissed for the first time. I would be a liar if I said it never happened again because it did on many occasions.

It could be a total make-out session or just a quick kiss on the lips. But, either was fine to me. As the weeks went by, we learned more about each other and continued with our questions of the day.

It was a simple way for us to talk about things without saying too much too. You could stop the conversation when you felt like you weren't ready to open more about it.

For example, Hayden knew better than to ask questions about my father since it was not something I was ready to talk about yet and it was the same with his family.

But, the reality was the thing that slammed in my face like a slap in the face. Deaths were piling up and the autopsies were useless since it was the same thing over and over again.

I would spend countless hours just examining a small little thing because I thought it could lead to somewhere. But, of course, I was extremely wrong. It was only resulting in dead ends.

The cadaver that was laying in front of me, at this moment, made me feel like I was missing something like every other ones that laid there before her.

It was getting harder and harder for my brain to process everything correctly. And, as for Hayden, you could say that coffee cups were piling up in his garbage can.

I sat on the stool and put my head on a fist. I was looking at the corpse in front of me and questions in my mind began to fill my head.

"Who did this to you?" I sighed. I picked up the report sheets and exited the autopsy room before driving myself crazy with all those questions.

"Found anything?" Hayden said as he leaned on the wall beside the door. I gasped and grabbed my chest.

"Stop scaring me like that" I scolded him, and he just smirked. "And to respond to your question, I found the same things as the other 15 victims"

"That doesn't help the case at all," He said while putting his hands into his pockets.

"Don't you think I know that" I scoffed and grabbed more tightly the papers I was holding.

"In those cases, you need to wait for the murderer to make a simple mistake to catch them"

But, how long will it takes before he makes that mistake? How many more women will die before we can catch him? How many more families will be destroyed?

These were all the questions that seemed to stay in my head all the time. I loved my job, but this was the part that I despised the most.

Each of those reports were becoming harder to fill out every time a new body had been discovered. Sometimes, I just wished I could have a week off so I could clear my mind for a while.

Unfortunately, it wasn't possible at the moment, and I had to continue my job. Hayden and I entered my office and I sat down on my chair.

I rested my head on the desk and stared at the white wall. Hayden laid on the couch as he usually did.

"Are you ok sunshine?" he asked me and I didn't know what to respond. I guess it was one of those days where I felt heavy inside.