My Knight

Lunch Date

My first day progressed slowly and the second wasn't just better. Magnus and I had spent two whole days looking through the database the department had. I even had to bring my glasses on the third day, and I haven't worn them since I was in secondary school. Magnus and I have been using the time to chat and get to know each other a little bit, while we were searching through the database. Thankfully only an hour into day three I had finally found a name that meets all the criteria. Female, around 15 years old, same height, everything, Dolores Maria Santana.

"Magnus, I got it..."

"Got what?" He looks over my shoulder to the screen.

"Dolores Maria Santana, 15, female, she's the right height, right bone structure, there is no doubt in my mind that's her." I look over to him as he nods.

"Alright, let's get this printed out and back to Kurt."

I nod and being printing out the file on Miss Santana. Once it is printed out Magnus and I go find Kurt. When we do, he is in his one of the team rooms and I walk in, as Magnus follows, "Kurt, we found her. Dolores Maria Santana."

Kurt stands and takes the file as I offer it to him. "Where's she from?"

Magnus sighs, "The message was from the Dominican Republic, and it came via Madrid. It seems her father reported her missing some time in November."

Kurt looks up at us. "Her father?" He pauses for a moment, "well done..."

I nod and take a deep breath as Kurt walks away and into an office that I can only assume is his. I shake my head and look down. "That poor man. I can't imagine losing a child, let alone not knowing what happened to them."

Magnus takes a deep breath, "Well, with any luck you won't have to."

"Yeah, I'd have to have a kid for that luck to come into play."

Magnus nods and shrugs his shoulders, "Yeah, that would help."

I shake my head, "So what do we do now?"

"Uh... It's a little after noon, what do you say we go grab some lunch?"

I nod, "Sure, why not."

"Great, I know a great little cafe around the corner. Does that sound alright to you?"

"Of course, just let me go grab my purse from my locker."

"You got it, I'll meet you downstairs."

I smile and nod as I walk past Magnus and to the break room where the lockers are. Once I get my purse I quickly check myself in the mirror. I was wearing a very nice flowing white and red floral skirt and a nice white blazer over a black t-shirt, with some simple flats, comfy but professional. My curly blonde hair is pulled back, being held up by a hair clip and my make up is simply but very feminine and ladylike, nothing too much, but just enough. When I head down the stairs I see Mangus is already there waiting, messing with his wallet, tapping it between his pointer finger and thumb. The sun shines through the window and highlights his auburn hair, he is jeans and a jumper over a white tee, under a black jacket. The jumper almost makes his grey eyes look green. He glances up and sees me coming down the stairs, as he does he smiles. Such a charming and handsome smile. I smile and blush as I approach him.

When I get up to him we just stand there smiling at each other like idiots for a few moments before Magnus shakes his head, clearly a little flustered, "Are you uh... ready to go?"

I blush even more at the thought I could make someone as handsome as him flustered, "uh... I think so."

"Great!" We walk toward the door and Magnus opens it for me. "Ladies first."

I step through the door and turn back to him, "Thank you."

He smiles and nods, as we start off to the cafe, which is only a block or two away. When we get there he opens the door for me again and I thank him again as we walk in. We find a table after getting our food from the counter.

I sit across for Magnus and sip my cup of tea, "Do you normally come here for lunch?"

Magnus shrugs, sitting down his cup of tea, "Sometimes, it's a nice little award. And after the past few days we've had, I'd say we deserve a reward."

I laugh softly and nod. "I suppose so."

Magnus and I enjoy our sandwiches and tea and each others company. "So Emily, tell me more about yourself."

I shrug my shoulders. "Uhh... there isn't a lot to say, honestly. I was born and raised in Oja."

"Why didn't you join the police force there?"

"Working with family is always awkward, I wouldn't really be taken seriously by people who still see me as a little girl. Plus it was an excuse to move."

"Didn't you like it in Oja?"

"I did, but I loved coming to Ystad, and I knew I didn't want to live in Oja my whole life, so this way I can stay close to home but not so close my mother can just drop by anytime she wants."

"Ahh... I see."

It doesn't seem to take long for our lunch to be over and for it to be time to head back. When we get back we are pulled into a meeting with the profiler Mats Ekholm. There has been a string of men who have been killed and scalped in the area, that the group was working as well. Once we are all settled in, Mats starts. "Obviously the ax and the scalpings are the elements of the case that stand out so far."

I twist in the chair toward him, "Not that they are all late middle-aged men who have had some contact with law enforcement and each other?"

"That is relieved but not stand out. Anyway, I believe the scalpings usually signify... a trophy or a sacrifice. Presumably, you've contracted Native American societies and that like... Although some facets of the culture I find quite..."

"What about the killers." I glance over to him again. "First impressions that you could give us?"

"Two killings is not usually sufficient to establish anything like a definitive profile."

Kurt scoffs, "Who many do you need?"

"I'm sure if we wait long enough..."

"Wait for what? Someone else to be killed?" I lean forward, placing my elbows on the table.

"One, the killings were clearly premeditated, they follow almost identical patterns - executions, almost. Two, the Native American motif. People who find themselves in a psychic borderland often try to hide behind another person's identity or transform themselves into a mythological figure. Your killer appears to have crossed a psychological boundary. Virtually anyone can commit murder or manslaughter without premeditation. On the surface, he can live a completely normal life. He has two identities that he controls utterly."

I nod, "Fine."

"So now we know that we're looking for someone who seems completely normal on the surface."

Kurt nods. "Very helpful. Thank you, Mats."