The Scent of Betrayal

Chapter 3

The streets are always quiet on the way to work but today it was dead, eerie, not a single car on the road. The whole twenty mintues to work. Jason knew something was going on, something he wouldnt like. The drive was easy because of the lack of people around, even the coffee shop was empty.

Captian Bryce is sat staring at the evidence board, looking at the coloured string that connected his friends to everyone else on the board. His finger traced the line between Mr and Mrs Smith.

"He is- was a friend" Bryce said, not turning to face Morton, just taking in the board of him. Looking between the picture of his friend smiling and his body, the picture of a broken mans body. Jason wanted to say the right thing and make his Boss feel better but there were no words. He didnt have the words to comfort the man that had comforted him when he needed it the most, but he didnt find the words he needed in the moment, so he stayed quiet.

"You find the bastard that did this to Keith and you hit them with the fucking book, hit him with a whole fucking chair. I dont care but you get him and you put him away forever. I will sort it from there because he has whats coming to him." Bryce says, slightly turning to look at Jason. "Do you understand me?" Jason nods knowing that, thats all the comfort he can offer, he felt the rage that was aimed at the board infront of both og the men. The oversized man stands, pulls his trousers up and walks away. Morton knew in that moment that he was infact the best officer that they have in the presinc, he always had a hunch but now it was confirmed. Bryce would have whisked this case away and given it to the best if it wasnt himself. 

"SMITH & BRYCE R FRIENDS"

The yellow sticky note added to the already mindboggling case, more pressure added to him. It was like adding a ton of bricks to his brain with this small little sticky note.

Jason thoughts just kept repeating in his head "No DNA, No Finger prints, No motives" over and over those words echo in the detectives mind no escaping it. Bouncing off the walls of his mind.

Being beaten to death is personal, you have to be up close and personal with victims. You need to be face to face, theres nowhere to hide even if the Smiths werent concious someone was in thier face beating them. Blunt fource truama would be one of the worst ways to go, Jason read and reread the file. At this piont he knew every injury that was ovbious to Rob. He knew that Mr Smith had more injuries presenting than Mrs Smith. He would have to wait for the autopsy to come back in.

Drip...Drip...Drip

Flicking through the file he almost wished he had been taken off the case, everywhere he looked he saw the youngest's eyes, her name was Aimee. He wanted to be taken off so he could pursue her, but he isnt so lucky. He would have to just stare at her picture, trace her face with his fingertips. Her eyes so beautiful, like butter wouldnt melt, her hair falling effortlessly around her face, her freckles look sunkissed but she was blessed with them all of the time. Jason had not seen someone so beautiful in years, he held the photo in his hands and almost found himself comparing her to Lucy. He looked at her eyes and saw the light fading from the love of his life eyes. He slammed the picture down, but found himself moments later picking it back up and looking at the young woman again.

Everything about this woman drew Jason in, if they had met normally he wouldnt just want to stare at her breasts all evening and then take her home for one night of romance. He would want to wine and dine her, to be able to look at her all night. Unfortunitly for him the perfect woman, ample breasts that her cloths cling to, drawing your eyes down the her waist and even futher down, was completely off limits. Jason was sure every woman would be jealous of this young woman, perfect in every way, her smile made his heart burn in a way that no one had for a while. Jason knew a woman like her was just used to batting men away, he looked at her beauty and wished to be able to touch it, hold the beauty in his arms. He suddenly realised he not only wanted one night with this woman he wanted a lifetime, he hadnt felt this since Lucy. He wanted to make her smile, see her eyes squish when she smiled. He wanted to hold her face when she cried to wipe her tears away. He wanted to be the person she ran to when everything went wrong but he would never be that man. So he thought about just having one night with this woman, holding her. Making her blush, moan. He wanted to make her scream.