Judge, Jury, & Executioner

Chapter 27

"I'm sorry. Were you not the one who was convinced I was helping the Executioner Kill people?" Cooke asked as they walked up to the apartment building.

Drake sighed, "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant, I mean, your really scary sometimes and I wouldn't put it past you."

"So you think I could commit murder?"

Drake sighed again.

"No, I was just saying that-"

"You think I'm a psychopath. Or is sociopath cause I get those two confused quite frequently. Or perhaps a narcissist-"

"Okay I get it. I shouldn't have opened my mouth. Now please give me a moment to remove the foot from it."

Cooke gave an allowing nod and then he shook his head before opening the apartment building door. About what I thought earlier about you being amazing, I change my mind.

He followed her to the stairs as they walked up to the second floor. Drake wasn't sure what they'd find, but hopefully it'd be a hint as to where Emily went. Noah was still with Doyle in his office trying to help track down Emily. The poor kid was in shell shock. He was barely functioning and they were having him chase down his serial killing sister.

They came the apartment and Drake knocked on the door. No response. He knocked on it again and then looked around.

"So, were Maddox and Reaves ever, ya know, date," She said.

"What? No. Not that I know of anyway. Why do you care?" Drake asked.

"They just seem, a little awkward around each other. Like they used to like each other and now they're pretending they don't. But the feelings are still there and they're walking on eggshells."

"You've spent a lot of time researching this haven't you?"

"I've had a lot of ex-boyfriends."

Drake stopped and looked at her.

"Like how many?" He asked.

Before she could respond there was a loud crash from inside the apartment. He pulled his service weapon and gripped it tightly as he got ready to kick the door down.

He nodded to make sure she was ready, and then he hit the door full force.

"NYPD!" He yelled as they entered the apartment.

He cleared the main the room and then the kitchen. It was when he went to check the spare bedroom that the struggle started.

The man flew out from behind a door and slammed said door into Drake. The gun flew out of his hands and he fell backwards. The guy shoved Cooke out of the way and took off running. Drake managed to get back to his feet and then grabbed his gun. He chased him out of the apartment and down the hallway.

They ran down the stairs and followed him out the door. He saw him turn and head across the street. Drake tried to follow but got blocked by a bus. He ran around it and looked for the attacker. He was gone.

There was no sign of him. Drake threw his hands up in frustration and then his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"It's Cooke. You should get back up here. I found something."

Drake hung up the phone and holstered his gun. He ran back upstairs and saw Cooke standing next to an intercom. Drake looked at her puzzled.

"What about it?" Drake Asked.

"I might be able to trace it. But in the meantime call CSU, and Maddox. Get them all over here right away. We might have a lead," Cooke said.