Playing with the Murderer

Chapter Fifteen- "Special" Delivery

Hey guys new murder chapter :D

NOT EDITED YET!

Please COMMENT/VOTE

Preview: When the United States Secretary of Defense is murdered with what he thought was a "Special delivery", it leads the detectives to a terrorist plot. It also puts Katherine and Jeremy in the most awkward place. Delivering something very special... Can the two do it? Will the team of four New York detectives need to call in some extra help?

The killer meticulously worked over the device in front of him. The man connected the old cell phone to an electrical firing circuit. He then carefully attatched five plastic tubes filled with a clear substance. The man duck taped them together and placed it in a box.

Now he needed a transportation plan...

The killer then thought of an idea... He walked out of his secret hideout and eyed a UPS delivery truck in the distance. The killer hurridely walked over, flung open the door and raised a gun towards him. With a short pull of the trigger, blood splatters were coated on the windshield as well as the killers shirt. The man shoved the dead worker in the back and carefully placed the bomb next to him after he wiped the blood off of the steering wheel,seats, and windshield.

He put the truck in drive, and began to proceed towards his targets opulent home. Before he jumped out of the tall grey truck, he fumbled around for the drivers work bag in serch for a uniform shirt.

With luck, the ruthless killer got his hands on a UPS tee-shirt and slid it over his head. He laughed at the name tag, "J.O'nally" considering he looked nothing like an O'nally. He immediatly hopped out and began walking towards the large mansion home. The summer home of the United States Secretary of Defense. He rang the doorbell and waited for a response. Once the door opened the killer made a sly smile, and handed him the package, "Special Delivery" he said. After the man took the box, the killer immdiatly walked away, jumping in the now stolen truck, and floored the engine.

He stopped at the next block and watched the large house from where he sat. He pulled from his pocket a large red button and in one swift movement he released the small intena.

3-2-1...

The killer pressed the button and smiled as he witnessed what he had done. He stared at the black charred rubble before lurking away...

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Katherine awoke the next morning to the smell of Razor on her sheets. She rolled over on her back, stretching out her left arm feeling for her companion. Katherine frowned when all she felt was rumpled sheets.

Katherine got out of bed and went to her vanity mirror, after fingering through her hair she placed the gold chain holding her mothers wedding ring around her neck and walked out.

"Razor?" she called halfway down the hallway.

"In here beautiful."

Katherine smiled, a blush creeping upon her face. She entered the kitchen and found Razor with his back to her making something over the stove. It smelled like pancakes. In a swift motion, she hugged him from behind, wrapping her long arms around his torso. She kissed his cheek, "Yum, pancakes."

Razor put on one of his signiture bad boy smirks, "You bet."

Katherine moaned, "I love a man who can cook."