Fatal Attractions

XXI

"I know who Hypothermia is."

Aubrey and Logan blinked at me, looking confused like I had just spoke to them in Latin.

"Slow down." Logan said.

"I. Know. Who. Hypothermia. Is." I said robotically.

He scrunched up his eyebrows. "A little slower-"

"How?" Aubrey asked. "We know he tried to kill you last night but that doesn't exactly paint a perfect picture of who it is."

"I looked into his eyes, I knew those eyes. I hate those eyes." I shivered just thinking about the icy blue spheres that cut into so many people, literally and figuratively.

"Then who is it?" Logan asked, his fingers hovering above the keyboard, ready to Google him, or dark web him or whatever it was he did.

I took a deep breath. "Owen Jacobs."

Without any hesitation, his fingers flew over the keys like a ten jaguars in a sprint. He could probably type faster than me with one hand behind his back.

"Who is that?" Aubrey asked.

"It's the misogynistic asshole I met in forensics." I rolled my eyes just thinking about the encounter.

Aubrey sighed. "Madisyn, are you telling us this just so you can get us to gang up and kill him? Because my therapist said that's not the way to deal with your enemies."

"No," I stood up from the bean bag. "I'm dead serious. I wouldn't lie about something like this."

"You're sure it was him?" She plucked a tissue from a box on Logan's desk and blew her nose.

"I'm sure. Brown hair, cobalt eyes, it was him."

She waved her tissue. "Madi, lots of guys have brown hair and blue eyes-"

"They're not blue, they're cobalt."

She rolled her eyes. "Same thing."

"Why don't you believe me?"

"I just feel like you're letting your feelings get in the way."

I scoffed and shook my head. "The only feelings that are getting in the way are yours."

She sneezed and took another tissue from the box. "I guess we will see about that," She said, congested. "Logan, what do you have on him?"

His eyes were furrowed as he stared at the screen, drumming his fingers against the desk. "Tall, dark, handsome, his third year as an officer. He was interviewed by channel nine news after the catastrophe last night."

"Let me see the video." I said, rushing to his desk, Aubrey not far behind.

He clicked on a link and the video started playing.

Owen looked frazzled as the newscaster interviewed him, the fallen tree seen behind him.

"We are here with Officer Owen Jacobs who was working security as this catastrophe took place. Owen, can you tell us what you saw?"

"Um," He blinked rapidly a few times and I could notice the redness in them as he opened them. "It was a few moments after it was lit. I saw a man wearing a ski mask go behind the tree and went to go ask him what he was doing when the star came down and Mr. Kissinger got hit. I went to go find the ski mask guy and I found him reloading a rifle. I slammed my fist into his face, then his chest and kept hitting him until he was crying for his mommy," He didn't have to embellish his alibi so much, that makes it even less believable. "and then someone, I didn't see who, threw cinder blocks at the tree and it came crashing down..." He explained the rest of the completely made up story of how he rescued the cancer children by the stage from the falling tree then continued to escort the mayor and his family to safety.