The Face Book Killer Caylin Christo Book 2.

The Facebook Killer - Chapter 1. Vacation is Over.

Caylin Christo was pulling into the drive way of her cheerful one story bungalow, Jerry the Golden Retriever reclining on the back seat.

Caylin was arriving home after a much needed vacation. It had been little over a year since the Anthony Beudro murder case had been solved and wrapped. But not before Caylin herself had been abducted by one of New Orlean's most prolific serial killers and almost ended up as his next victim. Had it not been for her gift of psychic mediumship, instead of returning from a cheerful year's break of traveling and book signings, and weekends meeting up with friends. Caylin might have joined thirty other girls in the dank root cellar out on the Beaudro farm.

Caylin worked as a police consultant with the New Orleans Police Department. After her ordeal, and a life affirming sign from her long dead brother, who also happened to be named Jerry, Caylin had gone for lunch with her mentors and closer than family friends, Hector Gonzalez and Grace Hines, and asked them for a year's leave.

After the murder of her family at the age of seventeen, Caylin and thrown herself into her work. Hoping to use the gift her dead brother had bestowed upon her the night he died to right other wrongs and find missing people. So bent had she been on making up for being unable to save her family, she had forgotten to live life. She had lived with the dead for so long, Caylin and forgotten how to live.

However after the events of one year ago, her outlook had changed. She knew now her family didn't blame her for their tragic deaths. How could a seventeen year old girl, who had been dear of heart and thoroughly idealistic, known, that one simple act of kindness towards a stranger would result in the slaying of her family? She understood this now.

In the days following the harrowing events Caylin had reassessed her life, she wanted to write a book about the cases she had been involved in, she wanted to travel, and take Jerry who had still been a puppy with her.

Grace and Hector who had known and loved Caylin since the night her family died immediately agreed. So she had began writing and gotten the book finished in record time. Publishing houses fighting over the rights. Six months into her sabbatical she had signed up for a book tour of the South, which eventually lead her all the way down to Miami, and from there she had returned home.

Caylin had also found love and a new best friend over the last twelve months. A tentative friendship started to bloom between Caylin and the handsome new Crime Scene Photographer Tony Belle. Whom had also nearly been killed as a result of Anthony Beaudro's madness. Soon, as they met up, and shared time together, a sweet romance had also blossomed. Caylin couldn't wait to call Tony and let him know she was back. Of course he had travelled to see her when he had time off, but nothing was as good as coming home.

And of course there would be many a shopping trip and coffee date with Tony's sister Amy too. When Tony heard of the trauma Caylin suffered at the age of seventeen, he had introduced the girls. They were the same age, and Amy had been through a similar ordeal, also at seventeen. Tony had thought they might be a source of support for each other. How delighted he had been to see the inseparable bond of best friends growing between them.

So it was as she returned refreshed and relaxed that her cell phone rang, rudely bringing her down to earth.

She looked at the number. Leanne Louise. A friend from collage, they kept in touch, but had gotten a little estranged over the year. With Caylin's traveling and Leanne's work with special needs children, they had both been busy

"Lee! How are you?" Caylin asked as she pressed her answer button.

She was startled by the anguished sob that erupted from the other end of the line, and was immediately assaulted by the coppery odor of blood, and the vision of blood stained carpet and a bloody 3lb dumbbell weight. It was dark pink, the type girls liked to use for their exercise classes. Now it was marred with dark red blood, grey flecks of brain matter and clumps of dark curly hair.

"Caylin, Donna's missing!" Sobbed her old friend into the phone. Caylin went cold all over she had met Leanne's sister a couple of times, Donna had long curly dark hair, just like the hair on the dumbbell. Her heart sunk, she's more than missing, she thought miserably.

"How long Lee?" She asked, when the number 14, swam across her vision.

"Two weeks!" Ah fourteen days.

"Did you report it?" Caylin had to ask for her now, it was a matter of routine.

"Of course, I saw those police friends of your's they directed me to Missing Persons. We went and had a look at her house and it was as clean as whistle. Caylin, Donna's house is never clean as whistle. You know how she likes it adorably messy?"

"Mmmmmhmmm." Caylin replied.

"So I goes back to that Detective Gonzalez, and he gets the CSI's in, they spray this stuff round, Caylin, there was blood all over the foyer!" Leanne sobbed crying harder.

Caylin closed her eyes, this she pretty much knew, she also knew that Donna was dead, she had just appeared beside her in the passenger seat. Long curly black hair, the right side of head caved in, one of her ears had a bite mark on it, scratches and bruises marred her legs. She was wearing am emerald green cocktail dress, and fancy earrings. She looked like she was dressed for an event when she died.

"Can you help?" Sobbed Leanne.

Caylin glanced at the pretty dead girl smiling gently at her from the passenger seat, as usual, it seemed she had no choice.

"Give me fifteen minutes Hun, I just got back from a trip. Do you know my house over on Rue DeBarbienne? Number 42?"

"Yeah, I remember." Sniffed Leanne,

"Give me fifteen and then come on over."

"Okay, thank you Caylin."

"Of course." Caylin replied and hung up.

She sighed and looked over at her dog, snoring blissfully away on Bertie's back seat. Almost a year with only the occasional nudge and perhaps all too real dream. Now she was home, ready to settle back into life in the Big Easy, the Big Easy it was anything but. She wasn't even out of her car, and it was all starting again.

She reached over and shook Jerry's soft fluffy shoulder, "Wake up boy! We're home! And apparently everyone knows it!" Jerry sat up, his soft puppy dog face mushy with sleep, he grinned at her.

She got out of her car, and then let Jerry out, who made a bee line for her pink Frangipani and lifted his leg. As she retrieved her small suitcases and Jerry's doggy things from the trunk, she smirked at her dog peeing on everything in sight.

Yes, they certainly were home.