Trapped

Dark cold night

A cold wind passed through the alley.
Rain drizzled against a dead woman's body, blood spilling out of her, but that wasn't the only reason that made the detective angry and determined to catch the man running in front of her.
It was a dark cold night, rain trickled down over the detective's eyes.
It was the killer of the woman's body that laid at her feet, who was running away. That she knew for sure.
But if it was a lead on her case, that she hoped for.
With her gun raised, pointed at the killer
"Stop, don't move," she shouted, and he stood calmly, his arms were up to show that he surrendered.
"Keep your arms up, throw any weapons you have on you, and don't you dare move or I'll shoot," she said firmly.
He threw a steel knife on the ground.
She stepped over the dead body, the women's eyes remained open.
She got so close to the killer, he was wearing a red hood, and looked so calm, as if he didn't just kill a women.
"Ain't ya gonna read my rights or whatever," he said
"Look, I'm going to ask you," she said firmly, still pointing the gun at him. "And you're going to answer me, or I'm going to have to make you."
"Chill, woman, don't ya threaten me again or imma a have to react."
She ignored him. "Cooperate and you will not be harmed."
He nods, then rolls his eyes. His dark, scary, disturbed eyes.

"Do you know Tyler Harper?"
"Who is that?" she knew he was lying. She is very good at her job.
Ever since she was a little girl, she could tell when someone is lying. Maybe it runs in the family.
"Don't lie," her eyes narrowed.
"I'm not."
She put the gun on his shoulder.
"Kay, okay..." His face turned white. "Just move the goddamn gun away," his voice was shaking.
"Answer me."
"Yes, yes I know him," he said too fast "I mean I did... He is dead, now."
"How did he die" she wanted to make sure he wasn't lying.
"Shot...by a cop."
Correct.
She removed the gun, but still pointed it at him.
"Do you know Amanda Lance?"
"No I don't," he told the truth, and she knew it, but when it came to Amanda, she never trusted her instinct.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes, I swear," he wasn't so calm anymore.
"What do you know about RedSkie?"
His eyes widened by shock, he was scared and she knew it.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW," she shouted "TELL ME EVERYTHING, RIGHT NOW." she put the gun on his thigh.
"Nnnothing... I... Don't." His legs were shaking.
"DO NOT LIE,"she frightened him. "Or I swear I'll hurt you."
She was good at her job, But emotions were controlling her now.
It wasn't all an act as she liked to believe.
She didn't always control herself when it came to Amanda.

"I can't... They'll kill me."
"Who? Who will kill you?" she asked. "I can protect you."
He laughed. "No one can."

This is the closest she has been to finding out the truth, she had to know more.
Rage took over, she didn't even feel herself as she triggered the gun, but he dodged the bullet. She only heard screams coming out of someone behind her, then she realized what
she had done.

"Detective Lance!" A cop shouted from behind her.
"When did you come?"she asked, terrified of what she has done.
"I just arrived, what the hell were you doing?" he asked.
"He knows about it," she said "RedSkie."
"That doesn't give you the right to shoot him"
"I didn't shoot him."
"You almost did" he sighs. "This isn't what we do Emily, we take him back and interrogate him, but not like this, Emily," he said "This isn't how we do things." He shakes his head.
"Fine Dad, let's go" she said.

"I'm not taking this case," Emily says sitting in her fathers office. "I'm not going to a town, to solve a case just because you want to get rid of me."
"You don't have a choice."
"But I do, dad," she says "I could stay here."
"And lose your job," he says. "It's that or you take this case."
"No, I could stay here and solve the case I'm already on, I'm so close to figuring it out," she looks up and shakes her head. "You can't do this."
"I'm your boss, I can do it."
"Dad, this is the closest I've been to finding out who killed Amanda."
"That's the thing sweetie, the closet you've been isn't even close," he sighs. "You almost shot someone today, baby."
She nods, holding her tears back.
"Do you even consider that she maybe wasn't killed?" He asks.
"Oh, don't do this," her voice is getting higher. "You and I both know what happened wasn't an accident," she says, hurt.
"I think it is."
"God, I thought you were a better detective."
"No, I thought you were better than this."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asks.
"You let your emotions control you in this case."
"No I don't, you have to trust me."
"I can't trust you, not when you are like this," he says, looking at her as if she wasn't his daughter. "You are ruining your career, and messing yourself up," he takes a deep breath "it has to stop."
"So you send me away?"
"They need someone to help them with the investigation."
"Don't they have detectives there? " she rolls her eyes.
"Yeah..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Are you sure ?" She asks.
"Uh huh," he nods.
"Oh my god is it Shepard I'm going to work with?" She asks, terrified "You can't make me work with him dad, I hate him."
"What was that about you not letting your emotions control you?"
"Fine, but when I come back , can I please continue this case?"
"That depends."
"On what ?"
"If I started trusting you again, besides you might believe it was an accident by the time you're back."
"It wasn't," she insists. "When do I leave?"
"Tomorrow morning," he says.
"Give me the case file."
He hands her a yellow file, and she starts reading it.
five minutes later, she looks over the top of the file. "Son of a bitch," she shakes her head. "I'm going to catch him."
Her father smiles to himself, knowing that he chose the right detective for this case.

Emily stood in the middle of her small apartment, she sighs then says "I can't do it, dad," she says annoyed
"You can't pack your bag?" He says "you solved billions of cases, and you can't pack a small bag?"
"Well, what if it shouldn't be small? Maybe I'll stay there longer than I think, or what if I don't even stay there for two days," she shakes her head.
"Come here," he laughs and hugs her.
"Should I talk with mom?"
"No, I don't think she'll handle you leaving well."
"She doesn't care dad, why wouldn't she handle it," she pulls away.
"She cares, Emily," he says "it's just, she is broken, she lost her daughter...give her time."
"How can you be okay with this...with her," she says "Dad, she left you," she shakes her head "us, she left us"
"I'm okay with it because I know what it's like to lose a child."
"But you didn't become a drunk and leave your other only child, and husband."
"People are different, they grieve in different ways, but we all get better at some point, and things might go back to normal"
"I don't think we'll ever go back to...normal," she says "I should go back to, packing."
"Yeah, I'll make us something to eat."
"Dad, I hate that Amanda died, and that mom left," she says as she walks to her room "but I'm glad that you and I are still together."
He nods and smiles.