A Little Bit Ruthless

5

Remembering his face was half the battle, the difficult part is locating this guy. Assuming he's still in the drug business(dad always said money never sleeps) my best bet is to go visit an old acquaintance of dad's.

For right now though, library. Driving down College road, pulling into student parking at Countess Community College a few students wave in my direction. A poor attempt at being cordial, I nod my head and grin as they pass. 'Catch more flies with honey than vinegar', as my mom always used to say.

Ringing the bell on the check out counter for the library Ms. Griffin skips in smiling from ear to ear,"Izabella! Its been awhile, what can I do for you?"

She's just one of those optimistic people,impossible to hate, though sometimes I do imagine what her smile would look like if I slashed her across the lips making that beautiful smile a little wider.

"I remember you telling me a website where you can find criminal records of people?"

"Yes ma'am, here let me write it down for you."

"Could you,that would be awesome."

Leaning on the counter watching her write slowly and neatly in cursive dotting her I's and crossing her T's she draws a smiley face on the end of the sticky note handing it to me. "There ya go darling."

"Thanks Ms. Griffin." Winking at her she shrugs her shoulders,"No problem."

Scrolling down until I get to the date June 18, 2007 and wouldn't you know it guess who pops up. The Finisher, guess he couldn't buy his way out of being attached to such a heinous crime. "Not so lucky now are we?" I mumble jotting down where to find him now.

Upon his release from a 5 year sentence he 'turned his life around.' And is now a priest of Our Lord of Mercy Cathedral. Why am I not surprised?

Chuckling to myself shaking my head at the image on the computer screen of the man smiling holding a girl maybe five years old in his arms. Both of them smiling into the camera like the happiest people in the world.

Before I can finish my search for the main murderer two cops roll in scoping out the place obviously looking for me. Bending down pretending to tie my shoe I strain my ears to hear what's being said.

"Ms. Griffin your cooperation would be greatly appreciated, now please tell us where she went."

"I'm certain I haven't got a clue who your talking about, alot of girls come in and out of here. Its hard to keep up with them all, I can't keep tabs on everybody. I'm just a librarian."

Briefly making eye contact with me she taps her pencil pointing it towards the rear exit,"Thank you." I mouth making my way out of the door trying to remain as discrete as possible.

"Izabella Moore you couldn't have thought you were going to get away that easily did you?" Pistol whipping me knocking me to the warm concrete a potato sack is placed over my head as I'm shoved into the trunk of a car.

Un-fucking believable.

Hand cuffed to a chair I'm back in my favorite detective's interrogation room. "Trying something new are we? I'm quite sure its illegal to detain me without a warrant."

"Shut up, we have a few questions to ask you then you're free." Calvin, the chihuahua snaps slamming her hands on the table like she's intimidating somebody.

Tugging at the heavy metal cuffs around my wrist I heave out a breath sitting back in the chair. "I'm not signing away my rights unless the detective is here."

If she were a tea kettle she'd be whistling right about now,"Don't play games with me bitch. I need your help."

Pfft.

"Honey you needed my help awhile ago, you're never going to find those bodies. Ooops did I just say that.. oh well you can't use that anyway its not a confession." Really toying with her she punches me square in the jaw expecting to get a rise out of me but I would never give her the satisfaction.

"Police brutality,that's a new low." I grumble gliding my tongue across my bottom teeth tasting the coppery blood.

"Ready to listen?"

"Nope, but you'll keep talking anyways."

"Look who's learning." She cheers the way you do a toddler.

"Now I don't want to listen."

Ignoring my comment she taps her chin trying to find the words to say,"The man in the park, you didn't kill him?"

"Maybe."

"Don't fuck with me did you or didn't you?"

"Yes." I answer.

"You did?"

"Possibly." One word answers really piss her off, she's nothing like oh what the hell is his name? I've been calling him detective so long I can't remember his actual name.

"Possibly isn't an answer!" Throwing her hands in the air she reaches behind her back for a gun drawing back on the slide pulling down on the hammer, she places the barrel against my head.

"Maybe I'm asking the wrong question...who are you looking for?"

Throwing my head back laughing she pushes the cold barrel harder onto my head,"WHO?"

"You might aswell kill me, then you'll be just as good as me. Which isn't saying much, that's all it takes Calvin. You're first kill then you're hooked."

Frustrated at the lack of cooperation she's getting, the gun comes down on the side of my head making me disoriented for a little bit. "Now you're just being a bully." I groan trying to get my eyes to focus on her figure that looks like two.

Taking a seat in the chair opposite of me resting the gun on the table she folds her hands taking a deep calming breath,"Let's start again. I thought asking for help would get you but its obvious you won't jump at the opportunity to kill freely. I don't understand you Izabella. You kill, but with no real reason."

"There's a reason, an obvious reason."

"Well what is it? You're files say hematomaniac which in that case go to the damn blood bank and stare at all the blood you want! No one has to die because your obsessed."

Chuckling I rest my head on the table. She's really that dumb, she HAS to be THAT idiot.

Tsk.

"Calvin, I'm looking for the men who did this to my family. One is a priest, the other I haven't found yet. So-"

"That's enough." The detective busts through the door angrier than usual and for once not at me. Who said being bad wasn't fun?

"Calvin you have no grounds to interrogate her, we don't have enough evidence. And what is, is that a bruise on her face!? Calvin have you fucking lost your mind!? She could sue us for this!" He bellows extracting a key from his pocket uncuffing me. What a sweet guy, really he is.

"I had this Jason! She was just about to tell me-

"No the fuck she wasn't! Izzy is incapable of what ever you think she has. She was about to pull you into one of her games dumbass. Izzy has only one agenda and that's fucking with you."

Rising from the chair rubbing my wrist a sly grin spreads across my face,"Too late detective, she has a little information. She's itching to know more."

"Shut up. Get out of here Izzy."

"Jason come on you're really gonna let her walk!?"

"Give me a reason to hold her here because if you have some new evidence to pin these killings to her let me know now."

"Cricket cricket." I tease.

"None? Alright then she walks. Get the hell out of here Izzy."

"Glad to see you too detective. Oh and uh, Good luck guys."