This calls for a little more than chocolate and tissues

Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Kate's POV

My fist flew down on the man's desk out of sheer frustration. "I don't understand!

You won't tell me what he's being held for, which leads me to believe that A: you

screwed up and you won't admit it or B: you're just holding him without evidence

for the next," I glanced over at the clock, "twenty three hours and seventeen

minutes. For no effing reason."

I looked through the glass pane that separated this office from the rows of

individual cubicles, trying to restore my patience. One of the detectives outside

the office managed to have momentary eye contact with me. He winked at me, his

crystal eyes devious. The temperature of the room suddenly fell ten degrees, and

the hair on my arm stood up.

Just then, a haggard looking officer stepped in. "Ma'am, I just found this out, and

thought you should know. Your brother is being held because we received an

anonymous tip on the phone lines earlier that someone matching your brother's

exact description and license plate was seen departing the scene of a crime; a

house was broken into and the youngest child was taken, not to mention the fact

that they were robbed and the mother raped. The kid is still missing."

Rose's head suddenly snapped up. "Was the woman hurt? Did he do anything

besides rape her?"

The detective behind the desk that had previously looked like he was longing for

naptime suddenly sat up. "Why do you ask?"

Quivering, Rose hissed in a low voice. "Just answer the question."

Everyone turned to the officer, who sighed, as if about to tell his kids what

actually happened to the hamster when they went off to summer camp. "He

carved the letter Y into her chest. Luckily, the wound wasn't too deep, but-"

At that point he was unable to finish his sentence. Rose had grabbed the trash bin

and proceeded to vomit noisily. I yanked her hair out of her face, waiting,

wondering with a horrified conscience as to what could have upset her this badly.

She then snatched the tissue box and wiped her mouth, lowering the bin from her

face. "This is not Landon. This is a serial psychopath."

"And you know this how?" I asked, appalled that this could have happened before.

Rose, with tears in her eyes, unbuttoned the top three buttons in her shirt and

pulled the material away to expose an angry red scar that made her look like she

had just been sewed up by the coroner. In was in the shape of the letter Y.

I grabbed the bucket from off her lap and started to throw up as well.

She redid the buttons quickly, grabbed my hand and the bucket, and pulled both

out of that office. Before she could have a meltdown in front of the entire agency,

I guided her to the ladies room and threw open the door to a stall.

Rather disgusted by the thing I was still holding, I placed the receptacle under the

sink and rinsed it out. Gross.

I spun around. "So, do you want to tell me what the hell is going on? You have

some disturbing connection to a very recent rape victim and nobody seemed to

know about it?"

She shook her head, starting to really let the waterworks flow. "You d-don't

unders-stand. The only way I g-got him to stop harassing me afterwards was b-

because I didn't g-go to the po-police."

"Whoever said I was done with you?"

The detective who had winked at me earlier was leaning against the bathroom

door, previously shielded by the walls of one of the stalls. He pulled out a nine

mil faster than I could scream and put two holes through Rose, who slumped

against the wall and slid down, leaving a continuous streak of blood as she fell.

He strode over towards me as I stood paralyzed with fear. He traced my jaw and

down my neck with his finger, and leaned in to utter a few last words: "Caution,

beautiful. The world is a cruel place."

And with that, he turned on his heel and sauntered out of the bathroom, whilst I

was still unable to move, and Rose's movements became less and less.

I have a feeling this part freaked some of you out. Sorry!! Straight up romance is a bit boring.....hopefully I will be able to post again sometime this week. Until next time,

Peace, <3, and Manchester United.