Club Gold

Russian Dahlia

We didn't hear from Elena after that. We waited until morning, but there was still no sign of her. We headed over to her apartment in the morning, assuming that she'd went home and fallen asleep straight after. There was no answer. We walked up the street she usually worked on, hoping to see some sign of her. We didn't find her, but what we did find sent Jaxon into a blind range.

It was another convenience store, and it had one of those news signs outside it, the headline printed in bold.

FOURTH PROSTITUTE BODY FOUND OVER TWO WEEKS

He kicked over the sign, screaming every swear word under the sun, English and Russian, before sitting down on the sidewalk, head in his hands. I crouched down next to him.

"Jaxon, listen, it's most likely not her," I tried to calm him down, "It's only been 12 hours or so, she's probably still at his house."

Beck had went into the store and bought a copy, hoping it contained something that would prove it wasn't Elena. Jaxon snatched it out of his hands to read it for himself. It only made things worse.

'The woman is described as around 5'6", black hair, blue eyes, late 30s to early 40s...'

Jaxon threw the paper to the ground, storming off towards the car.

"Where are you going?" I called after him, running to catch up with him.

"The fucking police station."

It was freezing in the morgue, and the icy blue lighting wasn't making it feel any warmer. The officer pulled on one of the silver handles, the compartment sliding out like a drawer. He unzipped the body bag. There she was.

Bruised.
Broken.
Throat slit.

Jaxon froze up. I buried my head into his shoulder, half to comfort him, half so I didn't have to look anymore. Beck pulled both of us into a hug, turning Jaxon away from his mother's corpse.

"Foy... fucking Foy..." Jaxon swore under his breath.

"Excuse me?" The officer asked.

"Agustin Foy, officer," Beck replied, "Elena texted us last night to say that he picked her up."

"No offence son, but I really don't think a man as famous as that would have to rely on prostitutes," He shook his head, "Perhaps he just looked a lot like him? That would help with the investigation."

Jaxon stormed out of the morgue.

"You guys can come back to fill out the paperwork later," The officer said, "Yknow, when he calms down."

Beck drove us back to the villa, Jaxon still shaking with anger, he probably would've crashed if he drove. As soon as the door shut behind us, Jaxon snapped. Punching, kicking, throwing whatever he could. I felt so numb, the smudged makeup on her cold, blue face tainting the memories of our last night together. Beck stared out the window, directly at the convenience store where I'd seen Foy.

Jaxon stopped suddenly. He crouched down to where I was sitting, making direct eye contact, his piercing blue eyes staring straight into mine.

"Dani..." He spoke softly, "We're gonna kill a man."