The Master's Tale - Nightmare On Memory Lane, Book 1, Part 2

Chapter 6 - Day Drinking

6

The next morning, Dean was in the shower as Sam and I started to get dressed, Sam sitting on the edge of the bed as he laced up his boots, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt and dark blue denim shirt over it. I stood by the table, wearing high-waisted black jeans with tears over the knees and a lacy black bodysuit with gold necklaces layered and hanging in between my cleavage, already walking around in heeled black boots as I started to buckle a leather harness belt around my shoulders and waist, catching a sexually frustrated look from Sam.

I stopped, looking back at him with a smirk and shrugging, "Don't worry, I'm gonna wear a jacket."

Sam smirked a little as he stood back up, shaking his head, "I didn't say anything."

I smiled and laughed, walking over to the window when I noticed cop cars and a large black vehicle with 'Marion County Coroner' marked on the side.

I grabbed my jacket, slipping it on as I looked back at Sam, "I'll be right back. Looks like there was another victim last night, I'm gonna go talk to the cops."

Sam stopped, giving me a look and shaking his head as he came closer, "Cat, no. You don't have a fake badge yet, and you-"

I was gone in an instant as Sam stopped, letting out a breath and shaking his head in frustration, "She really doesn't like to listen, does she?"

I appeared in an empty side entrance, looking around to see if the coast was clear as I laughed to myself, shaking my head, "He's not gonna be too happy when I get back..."

I walked up to the front of the hotel, seeing a few men wheeling out a stretcher with a body bag on it as I walked up to the line of police tape.

I started to cross the boundary when a police officer in uniform came over and stopped me, "Maim, this is an active crime scene-"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm supposed to be here."

I looked him in the eyes, convincing him of my lie as I infiltrated his mind, his young face starting to ease up with a smile, "Okay. Can I help you with anything?"

I started to walk up closer, shrugging with a slight smirk, "Well, actually, officer... I was wondering if you could tell me what happened here?"

He paused, looking me up and down when I shrugged, staring at his badge and smiled, "So... Officer Sanchez? What was his name?"

He swallowed a little, smiling awkwardly as he shrugged, "You can call me Brad, miss..."

I nodded, "Okay, Brad. You gonna answer my question?"

He stopped, nodding as he glanced back, "Right, sorry. His name was Greg Vickers. He was just like the others, maim. Died in his sleep, there's no need to be alarmed."

I raised my eyebrows, nodding, "I see. Was his chest crushed like the others?"

He nodded, "It seems that way. There were no signs of foul play, that we know of so far. He was last seen in the hotel bar, before the maids went in to turn down the sheets this morning. They found him there, unresponsive."

I nodded, smiling up at him, "You wouldn't happen to remember which room, would you?"

He nodded, smiling nervously as he looked down at me, "Yes, maim. It was room 412."

I smiled tightly, nodding, "Thank you, Brad. What do you say we keep this little conversation between us? Hm? You wear that uniform so well, I'd hate for you to lose it and get in trouble for talking to me?"