Devils Rebels (MC)

5 - Case Closed?

*The Picture above is of Rip the President of Devils Rebels MC* 

I got home and felt my phone start buzzing in my jacket pocket.

Detective Keith was calling. I sighed and answered, "What's up Keith?" I say trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. He really hadn't done anything to warrant my current mood, but he also hadn't kept his promises to me either.

"Nyx, I wanted to say I'm sorry. You were right. Your parents' case has been cold for years. We couldn't find any fingerprints or other forensic evidence, there was no forced entry. It was as if they were killed by a ghost that knew your home by heart. It was an inside job that much we know, but there was no motive for anyone that was close to them. I've poured hours and hours over their cases and nothing."

He took a deep troubled breath before continuing. 

"Not a single clue to point me in the right direction, not even a hint. No trophies were taken, no insignias left behind by the killer or killers. Nothing. I was clean and it's got all of us riled up still to this day because that's a murderer or multiple that's going to get off scot free unless we solve this. Chief wants us to hurry up and just close the case by saying it's a murder suicide but we all know that that isn't even a remote possibility."

My hands started to shake hearing his words, "What do we do?" My voice was barely a whisper. I kept my eyes fixated on my front door. Why would the Chief, who had assured her they'd bring justice to her family, want to close the case?

Keith took a deep breath, "Nyx I'm not entirely sure what to do... I've got the cases with every single piece of information and evidence in front of me... I made a copy of it for you. I need you to come get it so you can always have it on file before it gets moved to the archives."

The archives... the place where cold cases go to die their very own cruel bitter death. I gritted my teeth, the rage I felt bubbling over began to consume me. I glanced at my watch, I had spent too much time at the ViewPoint reminiscing about the past to realize it was now 5:47pm.

If I wanted to have all the details memorized before tonight when I met Rip I needed to get it now.

"Okay. I'm on my way but I'm not taking my bike. I'll meet you at the café down the street in 20 minutes. I'm taking the Malibu. See you soon." I hung up balling my hands into fists and gripping my phone until my knuckles turned white.

Deep inside I could feel the pure unfiltered rage taking over. There was a storm brewing and I knew that once it began it wouldn't end until someone else was in a body bag paying for their sins... but I couldn't tell that to Keith. I had to keep this part a secret.

I jumped into my 2005 Chevy Malibu and floored it to the Café.

As I drove I couldn't even begin to think about what I was about to see. I'd never been allowed to see anything in the case of my parents' homicide. Spaced only a few months apart, Keith had told me it changes you... to see someone after something like that. I couldn't think of that right now. I'd deal with the emotions that came with seeing it. If I had to I'd call Keith for comfort but I had to be strong. I had to do this. It was the only way... what if they overlooked a minute detail? What if they missed a clue within the crime scene photos?

I'd be strong, I'd get through this and I'd bring justice to my family.

No time to be weak.

I pressed my foot down on the accelerator as I hurried to the Café. I would be ready no matter what.