Devils Rebels (MC)

6 - Rushing Off

* The Above Photo is of Lil (The Twat)* 

I didn't stay to chat with Keith, no I needed to get home to review both of the cases effective immediately. I needed to scan over every single bit of information there was to give within these files.

I drove home as fast as I could and hurried inside to the dining room table. It was almost 6:30pm. I grabbed an energy drink from my fridge and plopped down into the chair opening the manila envelope that held everything for my Mothers Homicide.

I froze as I saw that the very first thing was a photo of my deceased mother. Her body was mutilated... throat ripped open, chest exposed with her ribcage exposed giving way to her organs being on full gruesome display. Her eyes were squished next to her head, and her hand sat severed near her leg. She had been stripped naked yet there was absolutely no semen left behind as dna evidence.

I fought back the nausea and scanned the photo - hoping that I'd find something that would help me find a lead in the case.

"Fuck... Nothing that stands out... Fuck!" I slam my fist onto the table glaring down at the evidence that lay in front of me.

I pulled out all of the case notes and interviews that had been done and went through it with a fine tooth comb.

Hours went by and the more I dug into the case the more I realized that I was getting nowhere. Staring intently at the documents and glancing every once and a while back towards the photo of my brutally murdered mother I began to ponder on who we knew that hated our family.

As I sat there pondering my phone went off making me damn near jump out of my skin.

Taking a deep breath I picked up my phone and smirked. It was Rip.

'See you at the bar Sugar ;)'

That's when I saw what time it was. 10:32pm. "Fuck!" I exhaled as I jumped up and bolted for my bedroom. I had literally only 10, maybe 15 minutes to get ready and get there or I'd be late.

Ripping open my closet I grabbed a pair of tight black skinny jeans - You know the ones that left absolutely nothing up to the imagination - a low cut royal blue tank top. Ripping off my clothes from earlier I hurriedly threw on my new outfit, riding boots and leather riding jacket.

I bolted to my bathroom where I threw on some mascara, deep red liquid lipstick and some highlighter and hurried out the door. No way was I about to late to this. I had to somehow manage to convince him to help me. No matter what it cost me.

I hopped on my bike, shooting a quick text back saying I was on my way to the bar now and then kicked the engine to life. Throwing on my helmet I floored it, my heartbeat pounding like a bass drum in my ears.