The Scent of Betrayal

Chapter 7

His fingers tracing her collar bone, pushing the strap off her strappy dress of her shoulder. His mouth dipping into her neck leaving a trail of kisses on her already goose bumping skin. Her hand already in his hair pulling him closer to her. Their bodies as close as they can be without penetration. Jason didn't want to rush this. His fingers pushing the other strap off her shoulder. The red dress begins to slip down her shoulders, the dress starting to uncover her perky-

Knock. Knock. Interrupting Jasons fantasy.

Drip...Drip...Drip

"Fuck" he murmured under his breath, shifting in his chair.

"Come in." He shouted. It was the detective that had sat with Jason that first night in the flat.

He had found himself speechless, it wasn't a good thing when this woman had come to see him in the past, she had sat with him while he cried, while he screamed and trashed his home and she had just sat there, even when he told her to leave, ordered her to leave she didn't she just sat there. She wasn't scared of him. She had been there when Lucy had been buried. She had returned the things she had taken from his flat. It was awkward.

"How can I help you Hobbs?" He said, still readjusting in his chair, looking at her praying she hadn't noticed the issue that he had thought himself into.

"Sir i have the results from the DNA of all the people in the Smith family. The prints as you expect have been wiped all over the home. We knew that John Smith was adopted and that's all the blood work says." She says uncomfortably looking at the floor. Jason wondered if she could see through the desk in front of him, impossible the realised it must have been something else.

"Is something bothering you?" He asks without really listening to what she said in the first place. He had tuned out after she said no finger prints.

Hobbs shook her head and looked at the floor still.

'Just talk to me I can't read damn minds Hobbs, spit it out." He blurted out, more interested than perhaps he should be. He thought it had something to do with the case and he wanted to know.

"You look like shit, we are all worried about you Morton." She said, finally finding the courage to just say it. "Whens the last time you slept? Or bathed? we all know what week it is but she wouldn't want this. We don't want this for you." Hobbs said, staring at him. She had just told the truth, Jason hadn't slept properly in over a week and he hadn't showered in about that long. But that was not what he had expected to come out of her mouth. She had always been polite to him since what happened.
"I sat with you that night and I'd do it again Jason. But go home you aren't fit to be here, I'm speaking as a friend"

"Your out of line Hobbs." Jason says sternly hoping that he doesn't show the grief on his face. The realisation that she was right Lucy wouldn't want this.
"I don't want your pity" he snapped "you didn't know her!"

"Suit yourself..... I'm here if you want to talk" she turns before he can even reply.

"Whatever" he thought to himself. He pulled the mirror out of his drawer and inspected his face, it was true his eyes looked sucked into his face as if he was dying from malnourishment. His facial hair had gotten wild, his now sandy hair had over grown. The jagged cut started to fall over his right eye, no matter how many times he pushed it back. He breifly thought he could tie it up in a ponytail, it was a shock what he saw. The flattened cheeks looks ridiculous with the amount of hair on his face. Jason was normally an attractive man but he had let himself go. He looked like he had aged 50 years in one week. He looked sick, like he was some sort of survivor, he didn't realise it was this bad he thought he had hidden it well.