A Little Bit Ruthless

6

I couldn't believe it! I really fucking couldn't. Pinching the bridge of my nose sitting in the chair previously occupied by Izzy, my blood boils. I'm really about to break out in a sweat over this shit.

"Jason I-"

"Don't, just shut the hell up...I'm taking you off the case."

"What!?"

"No I can't have a partner who is in to cruel and unusual punishment as a way of getting information. I've come too far in this case and I'll be damned straight to hell if my case gets taken from me because you want to be the 'Badass detective.' This isn't television Calvin, this is real life. Criminals won't work with you here...ever."

I scold trying to be as calm about it as possible.

She stares at me with tear rimmed eyes two words away from starting the water works, another thing I can't stand.

Lip quivering she crosses her arms over each other saying,"Can I atleast tell you what she said?" Batting her long eyelashes sniffling I nod quick and sharp. Couldn't hurt to know.

Shrug.

"She's looking for the men who did this to her family, one's a priest. She never said who the other guy was."

A priest? Is that what happened to Gary Tyler after he got out of jail. When

in doubt go to religion. What a twisted bastard.

"A-are you sure there's no way I can convince you to let me stay on board?" She whispers placing a small hand on my shoulder.

Thinking it over smacking her hand away I rise from the chair with such ferocity she stumbles backwards,"Hell no, you're dismissed."

With that I rush out of the station jumping in my cruiser. What church would let an ex-con become their priest?

Sick.

Finally home, somewhere I haven't been in almost a week. All this killing is getting in the way of my sleep time. Not that I can do that really anyway.

Showered and dressed in a tshirt and underwear I pull my laptop onto the bed with me typing in the address I got to find the finisher.

"425 Sphynx road. Looky there,Gary Tyler." I read outloud.

Its been along time coming, I'm so close to completing my vendetta my fingers ache just thinking of the ways I can torture this man. Question is though, how the hell do you approach a priest?

I haven't been to church in so long I might burst into flames just looking at the place.

The Next day I make my way to the Cathedral bright and early. There's no doubt in my mind I'll find Gary in here probably prepping for his sermon..or whatever the hell you call it.

Oops. Is it a sin if I swear inside my head instead of saying it outloud?

Climbing the steps I cross over the threshold of the sanctuary and there kneeling infront of the alter is the man I'm looking for.

Dressed in a black a bible clutched to his chest he recites a prayer kissing the cross he has around his neck. Not saying a thing I take a seat in the pew just watching the whole ritual. Kind of peaceful, to watch I geuss. There's almost something beautiful about prayer, I just never fully got the hang of it though.

"Can I help you miss?" His voice soft and gentle if I didn't know any better I'd never believe the creature in front of me has ever killed.

Taking a seat next to me he raises a skeptical eyebrow,"Have we met before?"