A Little Bit Ruthless

8

I don't want to believe that Calvin is responsible for Gary's death, but if a witness says it's her I'm obligated to look into it. This is some fucked up shit.

Writing up the warrant for her arrest I grab my jacket on the way out the door. Fucking Calvin.

Knock.

Knock.

"Police open up, Calvin we have a warrent for your arrest!" I yell at the front door. A lock twists and the door opens to reveal a man maybe in his 40's, a slight build with a scowl on his face. Who pissed in his coffee?

"What man? What d'you want with calvin? What could a cop possibly do to get herself arrested?"

Wow.

That is a little ironic.

"Can't go into to details now sir, just need your cooperation. Would you know where I could find her?"

Tapping his chin he shrugs his shoulders,"She said something about a stakeout somewhere. I don't know the girl is very flighty. Even when she was younger she couldn't sit still."

"I see...and you are?"

"Her dad, she doesn't live with me by the way. But she comes to visit a lot."

"That's funny because when I typed her name in the system your address popped up."

"I told ya man, she's flighty."

Nodding I shake his hand apologizing for disturbing him. Where the hell is she?

Hm.

Well what do you know. Turning up the radio in my car listening to the breaking news, seems like Calvin is taking the wrap for my murder.

I should've killed her but first things first, I have to find this guy. The main guy with menacing smile, and dark eyes.

This man who used to work with my dad is still hanging around somewhere, I'm sure he could help me. But its hard getting to him, you gotta cut through all the bullshit security he has around him.

Derek, that's his name, the man thinks he's God's gift to women, that everyone is afraid of him.

Pfft. Not even....and I'm the one with the therapist.

Before I go visit him I need to get out of these clothes and find Hannibal.

Well this is just fucking awesome. There's a damn warrent out for my arrest and I never even stepped foot in that damn cathedral! How the hell did Izabella know I was on to her? What does she have like a sixth sense or something? The bitch is just off, but somehow she always manages to stay a step ahead of me.

Good thing I have these pictures to clear my name, hell I'll turn myself in.

Unlocking the door to Hannibal's house I place them in a bowl on the side table in the foyer. Taking the steps two at a time until I reach his office he's focused on a drawing with the desk lamp pointed down at the paper to give him more light.

Clearing my throat he ignores me too wrapped up in the sketch he's doing.

"Hannibal?" I whisper.

His head snaps up, nodding in acknowledgement he goes back to the sketch,"What's our next plan little sadist?"

Taking a seat on the leather chair in front of his cherrywood desk I kick my feet up slumping down in the chair. "We have to talk to Derek, he'll know where to find this guy."

"Hm." He grunts shaking his head. "I do not like Derek, nor do I trust him. There has to be another way to find him."

"Hannibal, Calvin's been stalking me. She saw me kill Gary." Staring down at my hands tears burn the rim of my eyelids. How could I have been so stupid as to kill someone so carelessly and get caught not once..but twice.

Setting down his pencil looking up at me he folds his hands together."Do you want me to take her out?"

"No!" I chuckle wiping a stray tear. "She should be on her way to jail, this girl Rachel saw the end results of Gary's death. I told her to hand my phone to Calvin, but it seems like she did one better and told Detective Jason Calvin did it."

"How do you know this?"

"Unlike you old man, I actually listen to the radio in my car. It was breaking news, 'Former Detective Calvin has a warrent for her arrest after the body of Gary was found in Our Lord of Mercy Cathedral." I quote.

Hannibal goes into his drawer pulling out pictures sliding them across the desk."Those are Derek's main hangouts."

"Well aren't you fancy, keeping tabs on old friends?"

"Hardly." He snorts. "I keep tabs on all my next victims."

"This is how you found me? I was supposed to be a victim?"

"Little sadist, my therapist said she had someone I could look after. Something about filling the void of my sister Mischa."

So he's the guy doc. was telling me about who had a troubled past. Why didn't I ever put two and two together?

"What happened to Mischa?"

A blank expression crosses his face but never meets his eyes. In that menacing look I see all the hate and anger. "She was decapitated with an ax outside across a log set up for chopping wood."

"Oh." I mouth not taking anytime to ask more questions about that subject. Poor Hannibal, no wonder he is the way he is.

"Calvin what are you doing here?"

"Is there not a warrent for my arrest?" I snap on the receptionist in the police station. Dumb bitch.

"Uh yeah, its just-"

"Look I didn't do it, I'm here to clear my name. Where's Jason?"

"Looking for you."

Shit..so what do I do now? Wait or...

"Okay, call him back here so we can talk."

This has to be close to unprecedented, a wanted person walking right into the police station demanding to talk to a detective. That defenitely doesn't happen too often.

"Alright, but you can't wait here. I'm going to have to find someone to put you in a holding cell." She says waving for a cop to come cuff me.

"That's fine, as long as I get to speak with Jason I don't care." I shrug being lead down the hallway to a musty, dingy cell with a glass wall instead of a real one, all types of nasty shit is smeared across the damn thing. Why are people so disgusting. Ew.

"Hello?"

"Really?"

"Alright I'm on my way." Whipping my car around back in the directon of the station I can't help but laugh. Who turns theirself in AND wants to argue their case as far as being guilty is concerned.

I don't have time for her bullshit, she's done enough. Now its time for damage control, and if that means locking her up for her own good then dammit that's what I'll do.

If I don't stop her Izzy'll probably kill her.

Tsk.

Fucking women.