Where did you go? (A Stitched Together story)

Chapter 6: Barking up the wrong tree

"Feels weird doesn't it? Parents have ginger hair, she has black hair." Alex looked out upon the street in which their station resided as they watched the short black haired Morgan Maxwell walk away without any charges to her name.

"Simple dye job. She hates them, wants nothing to do with them but also wants everything to do with them at the same time. Change your appearance, but then kill them. Its psychotic." Dominic scowled as the girl walked out of view and presumably back to her flat.

"Its genius, thats why this is so dangerous." Alex ran his hand through his short hair and leant his head on the glass as the two males fell to silence deep in thought about the inner workings of Morgan.

"Al, Dominic. The dog's been cremated." Charlotte walked casually and alerted the pair who turned slowly before joining her side.

"Poor thing." Alex said pulling away from the window and turning to look at Charlotte, Dominic also shifted his body to look at the blonde.

"Protocol says we need to give the remains to Morgan, there's an urn waiting." She stated solemnly looking down at her feet in remorse for the small dog that had been mercilessly stabbed.

"I'll take it. I know how I can make her slip up, she wants to be admired and show how brilliant she is if I take that away she'll get careless." Dominic volunteered himself talking about his plan before throwing on his jacket he held. "We got an address?"

"She lives in an apartment just off campus from the university she's in, but we contacted her and she's agreed to meet a few streets over from it." Fox told her friend who nodded.

"What time?" He asked his final question.

"20 minutes."

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"You burned my dog?" Morgan looked down at the tote bag containing a small porcelain urn filled with her dogs remaining ashes.

"I didn't burn it, its protocol." Dominic responded as the teenager infront of him raised her head to look at him with a blank expression.

"She was only a dog, seems pitiless to burn someone's dog." Her short black hair flapped in the wind as she feigned remorse for her former canine companion.

"It seems pitiless to me to stab the dog in the first place." Dominic sternly said staring down the female who shot a glare right back but soon softened and a tiny smile crept on her lips.

"Gosh you look shattered, would you like to come in?" She proposed to the detective that then nodded realising this was his way to expose Morgan's guilt in her parents murder.

A short and silent walk later the pair found themselves entering the girls apartment that was surprisingly spacious.

"I know you kept the knife, Morgan." Dominic first spoke as the girl set the urn upon a mantlepiece and spun around to grimace at him.

"Have you any proof detective?" Morgan asked knowing that he had no hard evidence against her without the absent murder weapon.

"Not yet but sooner or later I'll find it." The detective stated as he carefully inspected each shelf.

"Theres no knife to find, why would I keep it?" Maxwell smirked keeping her sadistic stare on the man.

"Because you couldn't help yourself. It was a compulsion, something you felt you needed to do." Swan paced closer towards Morgan and kept an unwavering stone cold glare on the young woman. "That compulsion will get you caught."

"If you're trying to threaten me, I wouldn't." Morgan lost any sense of humour within her body and her smile faded into a frown as the two were now only a foot apart.