Work Hard, Play Hard

Ten. Murderer

"We've got a man in custody. He matches the description that you gave us. We got a sketch done as well. Would you be able to come down to the station to identify?" Officer Peters asked me on the phone as I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.

Why couldn't they just lock the pervert up already?

"Um... yeah sure. What time?" I asked.

"Anytime. I'm here until six tonight." He said.

"Alright. I'm on my way." I said as I hung up the phone.

I grabbed my purse and coat and walked towards the door.

"Jace, I'm going to the NYPD." I said with a sigh.

"For what?" He asked as he stepped out of the kitchen.

"To identify the bastard." I said bluntly with an eye roll. I didn't even care anymore.

"Oh..." he said, seeming surprised by my choice of words.
"See you soon then. Be careful." He said as he waved and I waved back.

••••••••

"This way, Ms. Carlson." Officer Peters said as he led me to an interrogation room.

As I walked in, I saw a familiar face. The room had a glass window, which made the room on the other side visible. In that room I saw a man that I never wanted to see again in my life.

"Officer, I can't." I said nervously as I stepped back.

"You can't what? What's the matter?" He asked, confused.

My heart pounded, my breathing became faster and faster. I started to hyperventilate.

"I-I.... he." I said as I stuttered shamelessly. I couldn't control myself.

"Do you want to sit down?" He asked as I nodded. He pulled a chair out of the room and into the hallway where I was standing.

"T-thanks." I said still stuttering.

"What happened?" He asked nervously as he ran his hands over his face.

"I saw him." I said blankly.

"Saw who?" He asked, still seeming confused.

"The man who attacked me." I said loudly.

"Where?" He asked. "Right there!" I said as I pointed with my finger.

"That's him? Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes!" I said as I rolled my eyes. "Do you think I'm crazy?" I asked as my anger started to build.

"No, not at all. Let's go to my office." He said as he got up and led me to his office. "Sit." He said as he opened a drawer on his desk.

"What's gonna happen now?" I asked, losing my patience.

"Here's the sketch of a man we made based on the description you gave us." He said, as he handed me the sketch without answering my question.

"Who the hell is this?" I asked as I stared at the sketch.

"Clearly, not the person that attacked you. Correct?" He asked as I looked up.

"Yes. The attacker was right there, upstairs in the interrogation room." I said getting frustrated.

"Okay,calm down." He said as he took the sketch.

"Calm down? Don't tell me to freaking calm down!" I shouted as I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Okay, just listen. First of all, we have the wrong man in custody for your attack. Second of all, the man you claim is your attacker is a serial killer. We just got him in custody today after someone reported seeing him." He said looking at me sympathetically.

My heart sank as those words registered in my head. Serial killer.

"His name is Cam Kellington." The officer said as he pulled out some more files.

"Okay and?" I asked, implying that I wanted more information.

"He murdered four women in the city in the past year. I'd say you're lucky you got away." He said monotonously.

"It wasn't luck, I got myself out of the situation, so don't get it twisted." I said as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back in the chair.

"You know, Ms. Carlson you've got quite the attitude." He said as he raised his eyebrows at me. "All I'm trying to do is help you."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. " I said as I threw my hands up. "I' m just stressed and tired of this shit."

"I understand. Just cooperate with me and everything will be fine. I promise you that." He said sincerely.

"You sure you can keep that promise?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm positive. I wouldn't want you coming back for me if I didn't." He said with a chuckle.

"That's good." I replied with a smile. Let's just say my smart mouth gets me in trouble a lot.