Add sugar with a pinch of spice(complete)

Chapter three

Chapter three.

The victim is a football player who lives in a room down the hall from Keaton.

His Hazel eyes, ripped out, leaving his optic nerve to hang out of his eye sockets in shreds. Like all the others his throat is slit in a clean line, but his chest shows signs of profuse bleeding where the X has been sliced.

"The victim was still Alive when he removed the eyes and made his mark." The morgue doctor sighs.

"This is the only time he's made them suffer." Kyle frowns.

"We're there any traces at all?" I ask desperately.

The head detective shakes his head. "Likes like it happened out of thin air. The body shows signs that it was recently sexually active, but his prostate and penis has been wiped clean. There's nothing. The hair we keep finding is plastic. Like the cheap Halloween wigs. There's never anything."

"Where's the boys roommate?" I ask.

"He's been in the hospital for a few days now, he was in a car wreak a while ago." Lead Detective says.

"I'm going to go talk to him, come on Kyle." Kyle nods and follows me out to our assigned police cruiser.

"There's never any connections! These guys are random, age and location! There's never any connections between the Guys history or family! The only thing, is that they're all gay." Kyle growls in frustration and slams his hand on the window.

"He doesn't peg me as someone sloppy, just choosing random men. They all have to lead up to something." My brain feels fried and on over drive.

"After talking to his roommate you need to call Keaton. I'm sure he's scared shitless, just sitting in your office for the past seven hours." Kyle says.

"Fuck! I've totally forgotten about Keaton." Groaning I take out my cellphone when we park at the hospital. "I'm going to go ahead and call him. Linda should be watching him."

Dialing his office phone, he pressed his cellphone to his ear wondering what shape Keaton was in. Linda answered. "Hello?"

"Linda?"

Her hushed voice is angry. "Where are you?"

"I'm about to question the roommate of the latest victim. How's Keaton?"

Linda lets out a small shout of frustration, keeping her voice hushed."He's a wreak! He's scared Alexander! You left him at a police station to go find a serial killer. He's terrified! He finally just cried himself to sleep. I kept him busy for a while, talking about my life because he refused to tell me anything about himself without you being there. He's clutching that little rabbit likes it's his life line."

Guilt grabbed at me and I sighed. "I should be done within a hour, maybe two. I couldn't just leave him alone at my apartment."

"Hurry up!" She hissed before hanging up.

"How is he?" Kyle asked.

"Not good." I sigh.

"Lets hurry and get this done."

~~~~

The nineteen year old boy laying in the hospital boy was clearly off the suspect list.

Reading his chart, the car wreak had broken his right leg, hip, and left arm. Internal damage was also included.

"Hello Thomas." Kyle greeted.

The boy nods.

"We have to ask you some questions about your roommate."