Tombstones

Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave.

The song played, the faint sound of a shower going behind it.

You swore you’d never tell, you swore you’d never tell.

A door groaned open, groaning again as it closed. The room was dark the only light on was coming from upstairs along with the sound of a woman singing. The intruder smiled as they climbed up the stairs, a door to their left closed with the music getting louder as they got closer

Slowly, the door opened, and only then did the intruder knock on the white door frame.

The girl in the shower screamed, a bar of soap flying out from behind the blue curtains. The intruder laughed as it hit him in the chest.

“Relax, babe, it’s just me.” A sigh was heard, a hand turned off the radio. The towel disappeared off the shelf and the curtain pushed aside to a show a matching blue tile shower.

The woman frowned at her boyfriend. “How did you get in?”

“Door was unlocked, that’s very unsafe.” He teased.

Zoë Heartfilla huffed, tossing her strawberry blond hair over her shoulders; it tumbled down to her wrists where the strands curled inwards. Her eyes were a light green as she shooed the man from her bathroom to get ready.

“Very important meeting tonight, right?” RI asked, playing with a strand of black hair.

“Any night as the Mayor of Calgary is important.” She laughed. “But thank you for wearing a tux for tonight.” The sound of a blow dryer came on for several minutes, then silence descended.

Zoë got ready quickly, changing into a dark blue cocktail dress with matching heels and light blue make-up. Her lips were a dark red which matched the clip that held up her curled hair.

She walked down stairs, double checking she locked the door before continuing to the dark red mini limo that waited for her.

The air was hot even for the night; Alberta did have odd weather. RI opened the door for Zoë before getting in himself, the driver taking off.

“The temperature is a rocking 27°C, a bit high for the average July 18th, but not completely crazy. Now over to Jake for the daily update.”

“Thanks Amy. Earlier today another body has been found making a total of 7 these past two weeks. News and police are calling the serial killer ‘The Pyrocarver’. So far, police have no leads except witnesses have said to have seen a woman about 5’7 to 6’1 with the victims last. If-” The radio died as Zoë turned it off.

“If you weren’t so short, I’d say it was your stunning beauty that killed them.” RI smiled at her before kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry, you’ll catch the killer.”

Zoë smiled. “Yes, you’re right. I’m meeting with the head captions tonight.” The limo pulled over and the two got out. Zoë slipped off to the ladies room quickly before sitting down.

“I ordered chicken and gnokii soup for you.”

Zoë blinked in surprise. “How did you know?”

“I think you mentioned it a few times.” Zoë nodded and started walking to the officers.

A few hours later, Zoë was at home, curled up and asleep on the couch. The house was silent, the faint sound of the T.V. playing.

Until her phone rang.

She groaned loudly as she patted the floor for her purse. She ripped it open and pulled out the red cellphone.

“Zoë Heartfilla speaking.” A voice on the other end laughed a laugh of complete insanity.