Playing with the Murderer

Chapter Two

Hey guys, so if you haven't seen my previous messages, then you probably don't know anything. I completely altered chapter one of this book. I changed the WHOLE P.O.V system from Katherine's P.O.V to third person. I also added an extremely important flashback you should probably read.

Anyway, here is chapter two hope you enjoy :) oh, and all your comments of feedback help me grow so do me a favor and leave a comment ;0 don't for forget too vote my lovelies <3

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Playing with the Murderer By: Shanniboo402

2013 Copyright © All Right Reserved

Edited By: LadyDawn

Chapter 2

The day after Katherine was informed of her mother's murder; she didn't even bother to go to work. She probably would be fired, but she honestly did not care. Her mother had just been murdered in cold blood. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't be going to her high fashion job anytime soon. Especially when she runs pointless errands all day.

'In all honesty, I absolutely hate fashion' Katherine thought to herself. The only reason why she took the fashion job is because she was only twenty-two graduating with a bachelor's degree from Columbia University, which resides in New York. She was so far in debt, that she was running around trying to find a job, acting as if she were a chicken with its head cut off. Katherine vowed to take any job that paid well. Working for Blu Corinne Murray, had her starting off at 34,000 a year.

Once she graduated from Columbia University in 2005, majoring in criminal justice, she dropped that all away for her fashion job as an executive assistant.

She only planned on staying at that job for about a year, but by then she had hoped to be working with local prosecutors and such. Though she never did, she stayed at her current job. Working countless hours, doing ridiculous things like, running errands, setting up appointments, and taking calls from people she couldn't even understand. Katherine was so caught up in her job, that she practically left everyone she loved behind.

Katherine sat on the wooden chair in her kitchen, sipping on a cup of black coffee. She kept fighting the urge to let gravity take her tears. The usual morning news began to dance upon her flat screen in her living room, "Breaking news in Manhattan". Katherine's head popped up as she awoke from her disconsolate trance. She walked over to the TV and sat on the couch.

"Older women, mid-fifties found beaten and shot, in an ally in the western part of Manhattan. More to come next." The TV went to a commercial.

'My mother', she thought, crestfallen.

The news returned to her TV, and she listened closely to what the news team was saying, "Two days ago, a woman known as Melissa McCann was found dead between West 122nd Street and 123rd Street. Beaten and shot, the coroner had ruled that she was already dead when she was shot. Here is Homicide Detective Jeremy Jackson with the latest," A few tears trickled down Katherine's cheek's.

"So far we have no leads on this case, but are looking into it. No prints were left on the scene, but we assume that Mrs. McCann was walking home alone on the night of her attack. We are checking for any surveillance within a one hundred yard radius. Ballistics tests are being run on the murder bullet, and shell that we seized from the crime scene. For right now, we just need everyone to be aware of their surroundings at night. We ask that you walk with a partner." He tried to smile, but it wasn't very realistic.

The news reporter smiled at the camera, "Thanks Detective Jackson! Now onto the victim’s husband, Jonathan McCann."

What!? Katherine's facial expression turned to rage, as she watched her grey haired father make a fool of himself.