Faultless

Chapter One

"Another murder, found thrown off the same bridge. How the hell have we not caught him yet!" Officer Drew slammed his fist against the table. I flinched.

"Officer Drew, we will catch him eventually." Shelly, one of other officers, firmly said. Drew gave her a cold look. "Eventually is not good enough!" His voice was rough, his eyes showing nothing but pure anger.

Everyone knew him. They didn't know his name, they didn't know exactly who he was, but they knew him. Four people dead, found with their throats slit and thrown off a bridge. Ever since the first murder, the river that lies under the bridge remains deserted.

We know it's a male, as there was one survivor. She told us she had her throat slit, but it was not deep enough to kill her. It was odd, as she was the only one of the 5 victims to not be thrown off the bridge.

She told us what she knew, which was only that he was male, had blonde, messy hair and piercing green eyes. So far, this is the only information me know for sure. He left no evidence behind, other then the bodies thrown away like they were nothing.

"Drew-" Shelly started to say.

"Officer Drew to you, my dear." His voice wasn't soft, nor nice, but laced with venom. His gaze turned to eye me.

"What the bloody hell are you looking at?" He questioned me, his eyes turning into slits.

I didn't even realize I was staring at him, I thought before snapping my attention to the floor, rather then his face.

"Thought so." He sneered before storming out of the room. I was speechless, turning my head to face Shelly. She shook her head in disgust, before following Drew out of the room, leaving me by myself in silence.

After minutes of staring at a wall, Shelly peaked in through the door. "Detective Andrea, are you still in there?"

I nodded, not sure whether she could see or not. I didn't care, as I was deep in thought.

How could there not be any evidence? We have been on this case for a few months and have discovered nothing. I'm not angry at Officer Drew, as we are all thinking the same things. How could he possibly outsmart a bunch of officers?

"Officer Drew said you could go home. He's still having a fit and doesn't want to take it out on you and I." She informed me. I simply nodded, muttering a goodbye as I grabbed my thin jacket and walked out the doors of the police station.

My apartment was on the shitty side of town. I probably could afford a decent house considering my salary as a detective, but I'm trying to save up, get something better than decent.

So while I wait for that, I live in a small ass apartment by myself.

It was getting dark, and I couldn't really put my finger on why it felt so creepy. I passed a few alleyways, but I've done this a million times before.

My heart beat just a little bit faster, as I stopped in front of the next alleyway. I swear something had moved.

I stared into the darkness, waiting for something to move once again. Next thing a knew, my mouth was covered by a dirt-smeared hand. I tried to scream, which failed as I squirmed, trying to break free. I felt hot breath blowing on my ear, and whoever had me in their hold, whispered "Don't scream."

He took his hand off my mouth.

My instincts told me to scream bloody murder and get the hell out of there. But when I spun around to meet his face, I knew it was him.

"You're, you're..." I stuttered, looking into his glowing green eyes. His blonde hair blowing slightly in the wind. I took a step back.

"I'm not who you think I am." He told me, putting his hands up in surrender. "I know who you are, I watched you for a little bit, seeing if maybe I could trust you to help me."

My hand slowly slipped into my back pocket, feeling for my gun just in case of emergency. I finally felt the smooth, cold metal and breathed a sigh of relief. "No way in hell am I helping a bloody murderer."

"I'm not a murderer." His eyes stared directly into mine.

"Wanna know who else said that? The last murderer we caught, and the last one, and the last one. I'm not buying it." I narrowed my eyebrows at him, my hand gripping the gun.

He took a step forward, and I whipped out my gun and pointed it at him. He immediately stepped back in surrender. "Don't you dare take a step towards me."

"I'm not a murderer. I was framed." He said quietly, his eyes turning red from tears starting to fill his eyes.

"Prove it."