Red Lipstick

*Victim*

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" I yelled weakly choking on my sobs. The fear I'm feeling is breathtakingly painful. I can feel my heart beating, no, thrashing, trying to break free of the constriction that is my chest. The dark hooded figure chuckles and comes to stand in front of me clutching my neck and throwing me against the wall knocking the breath from my lungs and disappears into the shadows. I stagger to my feet rubbing my neck and scream "why are you playing with me?" My phone goes off making me jump and twist my ankle. I scramble for my phone in my jeans pocket to find a text that reads it's me baby! It all connects as the realisation of who my attacker is dawns on me. I run towards the exit as fast as I can with a twisted ankle to be yanked by my ponytail into the arms of the devil. "This is going to be fun!" he whispers dragging me to my demise.

*Detective*

Scrambling for my phone in my clothes pocket somewhere in a house I'm not acquainted with whilst trying not to wake the stranger in the bed is a difficult task. Finally I find it in my blazer in the modern lounge room themed blue and black. The lounge room of a young, spoilt college student with expensive furniture and the décor of a professional. Slung across the coffee table, is my jacket, vibrating from my phones activities.

"Detective Carter speaking." I answer breathlessly before it can stop ringing.

"Detective Carter this is the Chief of London police, there has been a murder we need you to investigate."

"I'll be there in an hour" I say and hang up, locating my clothes and getting dressed before the mistake in the bedroom wakes up.

"Will I see you again?" the stranger's voice asks before I get a chance to sneak out the door.

"Most likely not." I reply monotonously before slamming the door closed and rushing to get home and ready for work.

The best feeling is a hot shower in your own house after an alcohol filled night and resulting activities. Getting ready and driving to work in the early hours of the morning as the sun I peeking up from the ground is relaxing, and if there was any doubt in my mind of the life I live before, it's gone now.

Such a familiar sight; blue and white police tape around the crime scene with lights flashing red and blue, white coated men and women carrying boxes of sampling equipment. This is what I love. I duck under the tape to be stopped by Sargent Marcus Bensley. "And what are you doing here Carter?"

"Same as you Bensley, working the case."

"Well we don't need you; we have it all under control."

"Ah yes well I think if you had it all under control, Chief wouldn't have called me up to investigate now would he Bensley?"

"Chief called you?"

"Yes of course, why else would I be here, you twat? Jealousy hurts ... so does heartbreak, right?"

"That has nothing to do with the case," Bensley replies defensively.

"How's Suzy?" I mockingly proceed. Bensley's face ignites, his eyes widening. "I'm a genius, you're an idiot. So I'll break it down for you. Your hair is ruffled slightly on the right side of your head, meaning you've had a recent encounter. You did try, all though failed, to adjust your self but you see, your hair caught her ring. Your jaw on the right side of your face also has a tiny red mark where the ring rubbed while she was oh-so passionately caressing your face. The left side of your neck leaves faint evidence of coral lipstick although invisible to a delinquent eye. Now tell me Bensley, who in their right mind would wear coral lipstick other than Suzy Pentry. Also, you smell like strawberries, not a very good aroma for a manly man such as yourself."