Lethal Passion (Jeff The Killer)

Chapter 34. All Over Again

【Marika's POV】

Here I am, sitting inside a dreary room in a police station, probably going to answer a few questions. I didn't think I'll ever be back here, it's just like last time . . .

I've been in here for almost an hour and yet nobody is coming, though it's alright, it gave me time to calm down and rethink what happened. I'm still wearing my PJ's and a jacket that the policewoman lent me. I managed to grab my phone and wallet before I left my house as well.

I covered my face with my hands and sighed. Tears started forming on the corner of my eyes as I recalled the way Kevin and my family looked like when they died, I wished I didn't see it. The way they were brutally murdered was just appaling. Why would someone do this? What does that wretched killer gain from taking the lives of innocent people?

Anger rushed throughout my body. He took away my family, the most important thing in my life and when I finally forgot it and moved on with someone, he takes it again.

My thoughts were torn away from me when I heard the door creak open, a familiar-looking man that looked like in his early forties came in and closed the door. Sighing, he walked closer and sat down across from me and spread out a pile of documents.

"So . . . Marika Jones--"

"Evans." I cut him off short. "Marika Evans."

He gave me look, "Oh, right. You got married." he muttered as he looked at the papers in front of him, the way he did it reminded me of someone in the past.

"Do I know you?" I mumbled as I stared at him. His blonde hair and brown eyes looked a bit familiar,

He chuckled, "I'm Detective Ace Myers."

"Myers . . ." I whispered as I tried to remember, that name definitely rings a bell. "Oh! You're the same detective before!" I gasped as I realized.

"You've grown up, It's great to see you again but not in this way." He shook his head, "What happened?"

There was silence as I collect my thoughts together. The fact that this is the same guy that interviewed me when my family was murdered was just unexpected, "My husband was murdered this morning." I said as if it wasn't obvious.

"Stab marks, smile carved on the face, a 'Go To Sleep' written on the wall. We've been getting this daily, it's nothing new anymore . . ." He studied the photos that was taken in our room where Kevin died. "The strange thing about this is that instead of the normal 'Go To Sleep', what's written in your wall is 'Go To Sleep, Kevin'. So the killer knew your husband." He explained.

"But . . . It's not like my husband has any enemies of some sort." I muttered as I stared at the photos.

"You're also a suspect, there's a chance that some people frame this killer to get away from their crimes."

"What the- Why the hell am I a suspect!? He's my husband for God's sake!" I exclaimed.

"Calm down, all of the people that survived an encounter with this man are suspects. It's in the 'rules', it's completely normal, it's best to not make a fuss about it." He replied. Rules . . . I guess I'm a suspect since I was in the house that night . . .

"Why do you think someone would kill my husband?" I mumbled after a few seconds of silence.

"We don't think the killer chooses who he kills, it's like he just do." He said and wore his glasses on and read the reports.

"Wait, you're saying the killer doesn't kill because he profits from it but he kills because he just want to? Like for fun?" I crossed my arms on the table.