His Lover's Killer

Dead End

Not long after the sun started to rise, I was out of that repulsive night-stay. I couldn't waste anymore time on this important case, so I continued to speed towards the edge of the state. I kept my eyes glued to the road ahead of me but from the lack of sleep from last night, my vision was barely on. I shook my head roughly as soon as I felt the droopiness. I had to focus, no more distractions but more importantly, I had to be safe on these long roads, anything could dart in front of me, I had to keep a good eye out. With the radio still scratchly playing, that made my body more alert, I had to listen carefully incase anything pops up for my situation.

As I continued driving down the road, my phone viberated again and I flipped it close to me ear, still keeping eye contact on the road. 

"Got anything good for me?" I asked Jake, realizing how raspy and dry my voice sounded.

"Geez you sound awful, don't you ever get any sleep?" He asked in his concerned ways.

I sighed deeply. "Jake..." I hated the way that he cared too much, even though I was glad that he always had my back.

"Right, sorry." He apologized awkwardly and took a deep breath. "It took me awhile but I think I've finally found out his trail. He's a fast little one but I think you can catch up quickly." That boosted my confidence by a milestone.

"Just tell me where the little bastard is." I responded and he gave me the coordinates right away. I sped up faster after thanking Jake again and hanging up my phone. I darted through the deserty plains to get where my location was. If I was lucky enough, I could be done with this case sooner that I thought.

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But of course it was just my luck, I found just only his car and after searching it, nothing else was worthwhile. It looked like he stopped and just disappear out of nowhere. I cursed under my breath and slammed my fist on the hood of the car. It hurt like hell but I didn't care since I was boiled in anger. Right as I thought that I was close enough to even touch him, the runaway snitch took off again, but how and where?! I frustratingly walked away from the abandoned car and exhaled hard, running my hands through my hair again. This mission was more complicated than I'd hope, I didn't need his tricks or treats.

I leaned my back against the car and slid to the ground, resting my hands on my knees. I sighed again and tilted my head back, gently closing my eyes. I was so close, so damn close to catch that guy, then he's gone, like with Jessica's life. Did I fail her? I shook my head in frustration and looked down at the palms of my hands, then towards the gold ring on my finger. Just a piece of metal and a couple of words makes you become one with the person you love forever. As I studied the ring, I could feel wet warmness slid down my face. It was embarrassing to admit it but it felt like I had failed my love, my promises, everything that I've put into this was destroyed at this point.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered to Jess, but I guess it was more towards me. I was always very hard on myself when it comes to "conclusions" like these. I put in all of my effort into every situation I'm in but sometimes the ending results aren't always pleasing. That reminded me of a time where the guys and I back at the bureau basically had to put this kid, who wasn't even an adult yet on suicide-watch. It was depressing to see the kid basically fall apart in front of me when we took him in for questioning. He said that he didn't mean to hurt anyone, he just couldn't control it. We didn't understand by what he meant by that, but by the next day when we tried to talk to him again, his head was smashed against the metal head board on the bed. I think we got the idea after that.

But in this situation, it was my own fault, I was the troubled one who needed help. Never in my entire life have I ever felt this guilty over a case like this. What the hell was I supposed to tell the guys that have been working their asses for me? That I'm a failure and the job's over with, just like that? I couldn't bring myself to do that, I would look like such a fool. 

As I lowered my head onto my knees, I could hear nothing but the swifting winds and screeching of that pathetic radio in my car in the background. I didn't even bother getting up, since I knew that this was it, that I was already done for. But as the screeching continued, it only irritated me more, making myself get up and walk over to the car to listen to it's annoying reports. When I got to the door to my car, I could see my phone blinking and softly vibrate. With a puzzled look, I opened the car door and reached for it, flipping it towards my ear again. 

"What?" I asked Jake, who I hope would at least give me some decent news. 

He nervously chuckled. "Ha, hope you weren't actually following those coordinates that I gave you, that were the wrong ones." 

My eyes widened and I tensed up as I was about to kick his ass over the phone. "What the fuck do you mean? Jake I gave you a fucking simple task!" 

"I know, I know!" He tried to cover up the apology, smart-ass. "but hey look, if you go now, you might be able to catch him in the next town! It's called Laurel and it's pretty clo-" I cut him off as I jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine again. Let just fucking hope he's right this time. I shook my head as my wheels skidded on the ground before launching me back on the road, leaving only dust that blew towards the abandoned car.