Caylin was neatly restacking and hanging her clothes in her bedroom. Just finishing up, when she heard a car in her drive way. Jerry started started barking with excitement. Caylin grinned knowing the big exuberant dog would dancing about at the door ready to make a new friend. Then she sobered remembering why Leanne was here.
As predicted, Jerry was all a quiver at the door, Catlin shooing him away with a chewy as a reward, she opened the door to see a tear stained and frazzled Leanne on the doorstep.
"Hey." Caylin said gently and Leanne broke down sobbing again and flung herself into her friend's arms.
Caylin hugged her back. Hoping no grisly image would assault her mind, they didn't - yet.
"Come inside, Hun. I'll make some tea." Caylin steered her friend through to the living room.
Leanne sat on the couch trying to pull herself together. Caylin went to the kitchen to brew a pot of Jasmine Green tea, she had some lemon flavored cookies she had brought from a market stall on her way home. She set some of those out too.
She was putting everything on the tray when she heard Leanne's phone ping in the other room. She heard her friend sigh, and was within a millimeter of picking up the tray when a blood curdling scream erupted from the next room. Caylin jumped out of her skin, felt fortunate she had not yet picked up the tray and raced into the living room.
Leanne was kneeling on the floor, her eyes popping out of her head, her breath coming in shallow gasps, face white. Her Samsung Galaxy thrown across the carpet as if it had bit her.
"Leanne what?" Caylin asked her stricken friend.
Leanne pointed one shaking hand at the phone discarded on the carpet.
Caylin hurried over and picked it up, and immediately wished she hadn't. A horrible vision of being pinned beneath some beast as he grunted and sweated over the top of her while poking her in the ribs with a very sharp knife crashed into her mind.
She shook her head, and dropped the phone. The vision stopped. Caylin then knelt on the carpet next to Leanne and leaned over to see the screen. She didn't want to touch the phone again.
There, on the screen was a status update from Leanne's missing and dead sister:
My name is Donna Louise. I am a dumb slut who leads guys on and then skips out on the date. I flirt with men I hardly know and I live in a squalid pigstye. Or rather I did, I say this because I am dead you see.
Beneath the disgraceful status was a photo of Donna Louise, her dead eyes staring at the camera her face white, her throat slashed from ear to ear. Just like in the first vision.
The man who had killed Donna had posted this status. He had posted it to cause maximum shock and grief to her family and friends.
He had also written beneath the photo, YOU COULD BE NEXT.
After the initial shock wore off, Caylin realized she could no longer hear Leanne trying to gulp air beside her. She turned to find her friend had fainted.
"On my God!" Caylin exclaimed and hurried to her phone to call an ambulance. She also called another number she hoped she wouldn't have to use on her first day back.
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For once it had a been a slow day at the NORPD Homicide Unit. Hector Gonzalez was trying to sneak some more of the Halloween candy out of the the plastic pumpkin his partner Grace Hines had put on the main desk for everyone to enjoy. Everyone except for him apparently. Over the summer while Caylin had been traveling Hector had, had a minor heart attack. Not wanting to bother the precious girl while she travelled, Hector had gone to Grace and asked her if she wouldn't mind driving him to a couple of appointments. He had been told not to drive for a few days right after.
Big mistake! Grace had not only driven him, but accompanied him into the doctor's office. And had sat there taking in all the instructions the cardiologist had given. A change in diet, more exercise and a pill under his tongue each day and he would be fine.
As Hector had remained a bachelor, there was no wife or child at home to police his activities. Grace took that role upon herself. Within a day she had thrown out all Hector's comfort food, bacon and moon pies. And restocked his fridge with vegan delights and hummus. Ugh!
She wasn't even letting him have coffee anymore! Dandelion tea she said. Tastes just like coffee!
Ugh! No! Hector was used to the finest Columbian Blend, Dandelion tea tasted like lawn clippings.
And so it was, whenever Grace wasn't around Hector snuck an ambrosial cup of Havana Gold, and an Oh My God it's a Snicker's bar!
He was just about to pilfer a mini Mars Bar out of the friendly grinning pumpkin, when his office phone shrieked startling him and causing him to upset the basket of goodies.
Halloween candy jumped out as the Pumpkin fell off the desk scattering goodies everywhere.
"Argh!" Hector groused, as he crawled across the floor to his desk retrieving candy as he went dragging the pumpkin behind him. Candy retrieved, he picked up his phone, "Dectective Gonzalez."
"Hector, it's me!" Caylin's voice said on the other end.
Hector's eyes lit up, she must home!
"Minha! When did you get back? You are back right?" He asked, already thinking to call Grace and make plans for dinner.
"Yes Big Daddy I'm home. It's not the only reason I'm calling."
Hector's heart sank, something terrible had happened.
"What it is Minha?" He asked, getting worried.
"I'm en route to New Orleans General with a friend of mine. I'm in the ambulance with her can you pick me up?"
"Of course, what happened?" He asked, just as Grace walked in and saw him still holding the pumpkin and scowled at him, she looked ready to give him a scolding, but stopped as she took in the look on his face and the shake of the head he gave her.
"There's been a murder Hector. My friend's sister, she's dead." Caylin replied. Hector immediately knew who Caylin was speaking of. Last week a very worried lady with blonde curly had come in, introducing herself as an old college pal of Caylin's. Worried about her missing sibling.
The search of her sister's home reveled a hastily cleaned up crime scene in the front foyer, but nothing since. Caylin had been home for one day, and it was a murder.
"Be right there." He replied.
"What?" Grace said approaching him, concern overriding the fact he'd been caught with said pumpkin.
"Caylin is home." He told her.
Grace's face lit up then fell, "What's wrong?"
"Remember the friend of Caylin's? Came to us worried about her sister?" Grace nodded.
"Caylin is with her now, on the way to New Orlean's General, she knows the sister has been murdered."
Grace gasped in shock. What a thing to come home to! "Let's roll!" She said snatching Hector's keys out of his hand.
They hurried out of the unit, Hector snagging a couple of the candies on his way. Grace knew it too, but said nothing. What was a little sugar at a time like this?
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The Face Book Killer Caylin Christo Book 2.
Gizem / GerilimCaylin Christo is back! After a much needed vacation Caylin and the NORPD are back with their most heinous case yet. Who are you really talking to? An insidious cyber-predator is stalking his victim's on Facebook. Posting to their statuses after the...
