Kurt Castle

I really didn't like the original Kurt Castle file. Reading back through it, in one word, horrible. I decided to start again. Same plot, different cover, different wording. Hope this one is better :)

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The steering wheel was pulled fiercely to the left and the tyres screeched painfully as they obeyed. All in a matter of seconds, the Mercedes Benz roared as the revs increased and the Limited Edition McLaren accelerated up the road. Dialing a new number into his phone, the driver quickly glanced up as he caught sight of many cars blocking his path. Putting the call on speaker, he climbed his way around the cars and further up the street.

"Morgan,"

"It's Castle. What was the urgent text about?" Waiting for a reply, the driver sped through a light that was changing to red. A number of cars sounded their horns at the speeder.

"Are you driving?" The voice on the phone waited for a reply, but there wasn't one. "Castle, get to head quarters, try not to get too many tickets," There was a pause on both ends. The driver, heeding the warning, braked at the next red lights and let out a deep breath.

"They got another one, didn't they?" There was silence all but for the rumble of the engine. The driver looked down at his phone, "Morgan?"

"Yes, yes Kurt, they got another one," The driver slammed his palm against the steering wheel in frustration.

"Shit..." 

"Castle, this time... this time it was a child. A six year old." Instead of frustration, a look of horror, disgust and anguish came over the driver's face. He couldn't speak for the thoughts running through his head and he failed to notice the green light ahead of him. The silence was unnerving, "Kurt, get to head quarters, okay?"

"Sure Morgan. Look, we've got to catch this bastard. I don't care how we do it. He can't keep this up. I'll meet you in about ten minutes," The driver sped forward without a care for his spedometre or any red lights ahead, "Expect a dozen tickets too," Castle hung up and drifted around a corner before slithering through a number of cars. 

Castle turned into a block full of old warehouses, however the one he parked adjacent to had a very different interior. Upon entering the front door, he was required to swipe a card with his identification and once through the automatic doors, Castle found himself in a luxurious setting, compliments of a hired interior designer. 

"Castle! Get up here, quickly!" Carter had been a good friend of Castle's since grad school. They were like brothers but had never thought they would work together as investigators. Castle made his way to the spiral staircase that led to the second floor. The interior designer had been very extravagant in the warehouse, putting in a second level that was half of the length of the ground floor and held several offices. The side facing open space had a balcony that was often used by Carter to communicate with people whom he needed.

Castle made his way toward Carter and joined him leaning on the rail, "Here are several photos we found left at the scene. Like the two other murders, the polaroid photos left are of the body," Castle scanned through them. Stab wounds, blood and skin were ripped and strewn all over the floor around the victim. The little girls face was almost indiscernable.

"Same place. The top room of the fencing gym, isn't it?" Castle had noticed the similar carpet. Instead of looking at the victim in regret and grief, Kurt now began searching for any clues. 

"Carter! Castle! Come on, we have got to start the investigation. Let's go!" Both men turned to see Morgan standing by the door. Carter jumped to his feet and began assembling any necessary equipment he might need as Castle simply followed, still intently dissecting the photographs.