Falling in love with Trouble

Chapter two:

Chapter two

        Given all the necessary files to start this difficult case I get started right away. I’m in no practical rush I know we can catch this guy, eventually. But I don’t forget how he’s a serial killer and killers never stop. He can be planning to strike his next target right now or be slicing an innocent woman’s throat for all I know and I really don’t care. All I care about is being a step ahead of him, that’s the plan, at least, in my mind it is. Not knowing a single thing about this psychopath leaves me two steps behind. Which is unacceptable, at least, in my mind once again because this is the way I work, the way I see things and surprisingly things turn out right.

It’s a bit of a shock how many people die in a week, let alone a day. Living a normal life doesn’t allow you to see these things, or even imagine. Who would want to do such a thing? Before starting this job I never pictured it full of sympathy but instead full of encouragement for catching the bad guy. I’ve realized in these past ten years that hope isn’t really in our favor. We’ve all became great actors, from the point of seeing a corpse to lying to a family of high expectations. A dead body isn’t a pleasing view and you also don’t want to crush the only faith a broken family has.

It’s just a fucken misery.

So I don’t stop. Finding the murderer is on my mind the moment I’m assigned on a new case. I’ll search until my feet bleed and my eyes give out. This is the promise I make to those families who I know pray every night for their loved one to return safely. The need of making that hope real got to me harder than wanted, it gave a positive outcome though, I mean, I was declared #1 best detective of New York City. I liked it. I’m not all for fame but at least that way these sons of bitches know I’m coming for them. They can’t complain, they have been warned. 

It’s become a habit, staying up late at night constantly lying to myself that I’ll only read one more file and head to bed. After waking up in the morning with my head on the desk and my muscles aching for the awkward position I slept in for so long, my mind gets into an argument. Simply for all the lies I’ve told. This night won’t be any different. Having that in mind I prepare my coffee before gluing my ass on that leather chair for eight hours. I inhale the scent flavoring the taste in my mouth. Sadly but true I am addicted. Blame my job. I consume tons every day being the only way to stay awake. Making myself comfortable and inhaling a few times to give my brain fresh oxygen, I begin.

Daniel Riggs. Americas Most Wanted and soon enough I’ll find out why. I know reading his file will get me sick as many others had, but there’s a reason to why America wants him so badly and a reason to why he hasn’t been caught. The bastard is intelligent. I’m stunned with what I find when opening the folder. A squared picture tucked in perfectly from the edges besides his personal background. “Male obviously, 6’2 ft, and about 230 pounds,” I mumble to myself. He must be muscular because there’s no where stated he’s over weight and loves donuts. “Age thirty, dark haired, blue eyed,” I continue. On other files I’m only given the basics. Who they’ve killed, last seen, and a possible lead however, never a picture. Here, I’m given everything. The FBI has scratched down to every possible detail about this man. “Oh and he loves golf.” I laugh to myself shaking my head in grief that they would consider putting that on here. This bastard is a celebrity known from all America, and yet they can’t find him, an explanation my mind can’t process.

Looking back at the picture something catches my attention. He doesn’t look like one to murder, perchance a lawyer, a dad, but a killer, never. Although his stare can simply kill you, either he has that effect on people or something lies behind those eyes, an untold story, perhaps. Every killer has they’re reasons, fucked up parents, shitty childhood, growing up in the projects, and so forth. Whatever the boundaries every killer has once been broken and the cracks filled with darkness.