The Altercations With Distance

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Clark sat in his task force room looking at the whiteboards. All the kills the Fear Monger had done hung between the two boards and had burned into Clark's mind. He'd been staring at this for hours​ since Casey left the station.

Was it possible that the six teens weren't his first victims? That had been speculated, of course, but there was never any proof to back up the claim. But maybe, if Casey was telling the truth, the two missing girls from Philadelphia were his first victims. But if that were true, why let Casey leave? The more victims, the merrier seemed to be this killer's motto. What was it about her that he let her go free?

This case had too many questions with no answers. Nothing made sense and the only person who could help him was a bratty pregnant woman. Clark rubbed his eyes before looking at his watch. His shift was up two hours ago. There was no point staying at the station staring at the same photos over and over again. He pulled out his phone and speed dialed a number he knew all too well.

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"Hey, baby." Olivia said as Clark opened his apartment door for her. She was wearing a long black trench coat that brought out her blue eyes, fishnet stockings, and five inch heels that made her taller than the 5'1 girl she was. She had her blonde hair in a ponytail that swished from side to side when she walked. All the makeup she wore made her look older than nineteen. But she was still gorgeous in Clark's eyes.

"Olivia." Clark greeted as she sauntered in his apartment. 

"I told you, my name is Lavender." She said as she took off her coat, revealing a red dress that barely covered her butt and exposed her firm breasts. Clark didn't like that hooker name. She wasn't​a hooker, she was just a girl who had a hard life and needed to do this job for money. At least, that's what he told himself. 

"So what do you want, baby? Naughty/nice? Good cop/bad cop? Housewife/pool boy?" Lavender sat on the arm of the black loveseat and waited for his answer. Clark was going to answer his usual, but something in his head just clicked. Maybe it was the two days without sleep or all the caffeine he had to drink that day, but her words just sparked an idea in his head. 

"Oh, shit." He muttered.

Lavender watched her client stare right through her. Usually she always had his attention by now, but not today. He seemed off somehow. Lavender knew he had a hard case he was working on at the moment, but she couldn't believe it distracted him from her. Ever since they met two years ago when he arrested her, Lavender knew he had a thing for her. Most guys did, but not like Clark. He paid for her once a week ever since they met. Sometimes twice when he was really frustrated.

"Are you going to choose? Or should I get started myself?" Lavender asked, straddling the arm of the couch. 

"No, I.. I have to go. You're more than welcome to spend the night here." Clark went to the front hall closet to get his jacket and grab his keys from the table. 

"Are you serious? You paid for a whole night! Whatever it is, it can wait." Lavender got off the couch and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved his hands to grasp her ass.

"I think your case can wait a few hours. I, however, can't." She gave her more seductive tone and planted a kiss on his lips. Lavender could tell she had his attention. All she had to do now was convince him. "You know I'll make it worth your time. Beside, what could possibly happen in these next few hours?" Clark wasn't strong enough to resist her. He spent the next hours letting her make it worth his while.