Love Run

Don't Turn 'Round

Present

          "So, he already knows you?" Yennefer asked as they pulled up to the crime scene. "But you don't remember ever meeting him before?"

          Geralt grunted and sipped at his coffee. "Knows me well, from what it seems."

          She watched him quizzically, waiting for Geralt to elaborate.

          "Some of the things he said— I don't think he's lying, Yen." He sighed before getting out of the car and heading towards the gaggle of policemen.

           Yen jumped out of the car and followed quickly in suit, flashing her badge to the officers as she passed them. "And what if he is lying, what if he's snooping around in your memories or something? Maybe he's our monster." She whispered, trying to avoid the suspicion of passing police.

          "I think you're overreacting—"

          Yen cut him off before he could finish, "Listen, all I'm saying is that, he knows way too much about you, you're clearly very attracted to him, and we've got a long list of murders with no identifiable cause. He could be a siren, Geralt." She paused and Geralt shot her an unamused glare. "He even sings, how quaintly cliché."

          "Yeah, and what siren would willingly hang around a hunter?." He asked, raising an eyebrow at her as they reached a line of caution tape that marked the edge of the crime scene.

          She ducked under it and turned around to face Geralt. "A smart one."

          He groaned and rolled his eyes before lifting the tape and walking under it. "Alright, fine." Geralt grumbled, as they came to the side of the corpse. "I'll keep an eye on him tonight, if he is a siren, then I'll take care of it."

          Geralt bent down beside the body and put on a pair of gloves before inspecting it further. "I've seen this before." He mumbled under his breath as he lifted the victim's arm.

          A young detective wandered over to them and began to fill them in on what they had already learned about the victim. "Ava Sandler, twenty five." He said, not so subtly eying at Yen. "Don't know what she was doing here, though. Not local. She was here visiting her sister at Uni, guess she got caught up with the wrong company."

          Geralt glared sharply at the man, "Maybe if you spent less time ogling at my partner and more time doing your job, then you'd be able to tell that she wasn't killed here. There's no blood, jackass. The body was dumped." He spat.

          The man grew wide eyed and began the sputter out a response as Geralt's glare intensified. After a moment the detective gave up and just left with a nod before disappearing into the crowd of onlookers.

          Yen smiled fondly and drew closer to Geralt before bending down next to him to look at the body. "I love it when you get all protective like that." She joked, her demeanor just barely masking the hint of truth in her voice.

          Geralt rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the victim's arm. The stab wounds were predictable, but this, this was new.

          On her arm, there was a large blue bruise that almost resembled a hand print. Geralt's chest grew tight and a prickling sensation washed over his own arm; along with a faded feeling of losing control and not being able to remember something important.

           "I've definitely seen this before. I know that bruise. I've had that bruise." He said, looking over at Yennefer as if she had all the answers.