Playing with the Murderer

Chapter Four

Playing with the Murderer By: Shanniboo402

2013 Copyright © All Right Reserved

Edited By: LadyDawn

Chapter 4

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"No!" Katherine yelled towards Detective Jackson, who was walking towards her trying to comfort her. Katherine pushed him away not sure whether she was sad about her father's death or just plain freaked.

"I'm sorry." Jackson said sympathetically. A downcast expression was etched onto his face.

This was the part of the job that he hated. Breaking the news to the loved ones. He absolutely hated seeing the facial expressions of the victims’ family and friends. Those images always seem to latch onto his brain never leaving.

"Why is he after MY family?" Katherine asked looking grave.

Detective Jackson looked down at his black, dusty loafers, Katherine knew that he wasn't saying something important. "Um, well-"

"Detective! What is it!?"

"Whoever this killer is, he isn't just after your family. He's going to go after you too."

Katherine's hands were plastered to her face shielding her tears, "What are we going to do?" She asked, her voice sounding muffled over her hands.

"Well, first of all, I have set up twenty-four seven protection outside your apartment. And second, we are going to find this son of a bitch. For right now I want you stay in your apartment until I tell you otherwise. Are we clear?"

Katherine nodded her head, wiping away a tear. "Thank you, Detective." She enveloped Detective Jackson into a hug. At first Jackson was skeptical about hugging her, but he slowly loosened up placing his hands firmly on her upper back, slightly touching her short, russet hair.

Being so close to Jackson, made Katherine tingle. A combination of both of their scents brought her back to when she was little. Her floral perfume and his light airy cologne, took her back to the days when her parents were still together. Still alive for that matter. The weekends when they would go south for the day and end up in picking fresh apples in an orchard. All from this one smell,  Katherine could vividly remember her father picking her up so she could reach the shiny McIntosh apple. Katherine took one large breath trying to preserve the memory.

They both released from their hug in unison, "I need to get back to my team. I need to find this man."

Katherine flicked her hand signaling him that he could go. Seeing and smelling that memory brought her back to the good times. When her mother and father weren't fighting, when he actually cared about them. Why can't I go back in time? She asked herself.

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Jackson's phone began to vibrate in his pocket, he picked it up and the caller ID stated it was Detective Blye. He picked up the phone, "Jackson. Blye tell me we have something." There was a bit of uncertainty in his voice.

"I wish. Son of a bitch is smart."

Jeremy sighed, "OK. Where are you now?"

"I'm at the morgue. The new M.E., Trisha Lared wants to talk to us."

"I'll be there." Jackson removed the phone from his ear and hung up. He proceeded towards his car and drove away.

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