𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐰

7 | sinners at the club

Celia quickly gets up, putting her shirt back on before she grabs a pair of tennis shoes out of her closet.

"Do you really have to go now?" Charlie asks as he lays down on his side, his cheek resting on his palm.

"Yes," Celia says, nodding her head, "It's my duty."

He chuckles but doesn't say anything. He watches as she preps herself, making sure she looks put together before she checks her pockets for her keys. Once she realized they weren't in her pocket anymore, she looked over to the bed to see Charlie dangling them. 

She rolls her eyes, grabbing them out of his hands before she exits the room. She assumed he would find his way back home. It would be odd if he were to stay. 

She turns on her car before putting the address into her phone. Oddly enough, it told her to go to the church.

When she parked in the church lot, she saw all her colleagues and red and blue police lights illuminating the scene. She made her way toward Maeve who was already at the scene. Another person who was already at the scene: Sister Megan. She held her journal close to her chest, writing down what she saw at the scene. 

This time, the murder was different. It didn't follow the same story the rest of them had. It technically, wasn't a sin. That's what the department had concluded anyway, that the killer was going after "sinners".

They were just two teen boys who wanted to vandalize the side of the church with spray paint.

Celia was confused. Was this another murderer or maybe was it out of anger for the church? Whoever it was, they sure caught the boys in time, killing them right on the spot. Whoever it was wanted to protect the church and keep its cleanliness.

"Shit, I'm tired." Maeve finally says after silence of just looking at the two boys, "I was relaxing with my cats when I got the call. Shame I had to leave Gossip Girl."

Celia blinked then looked at her, "What's their names?"

"Mr. Wiggles and Sheila."

Celia nods slowly, her eyes still locked on the dead bodies in front of her, "Solid names."

An officer interjects, requesting that both of them follow him inside. Sister Megan walks up to Celia, asking if she could join them. Celia agreed, then followed the officer.

Inside, they found a spot on the benches where they could all sit and face each other. The officer explained what he thought had happened here, but in conclusion, stated they still had no leads. 

Celia felt hopeless. She has been with this team for almost 2 weeks now and they haven't gotten anywhere. 

"If I may," Sister Megan starts, "I don't believe they deserved to be killed, but what they were doing was wrong and they in a sense, deserved to be punished."

They all blink in silence.

"Thank you, Sister," The officer says, breaking the awkward silence, "But that doesn't really... help us."

She nods, biting her bottom lip shamefully before she dips her head back to her journal. She writes something down before closing the book and clutching it to her chest. She stays silent for the rest of the discussion, listening closely.

"Well," The officer starts after a discussion that went nowhere, "Let's wrap this up. The bodies need to be transported and this needs to be cleaned up before morning. Tommorrow, we need to focus on trying to find this guy. I am sick and tired of being called in off the clock for some murders we can't even solve. We are detectives. This is our job. Now let's stop fucking around and find this guy!"