First Love, The Sinner & The Saint

The News Story.

Jaxon

I woke up feeling angry this morning, I don't know why, well I did know why. Fucking Sofia. She had messed everything up, if she hadn't text me last night I would have finished off victim 3, but no. 'She had to fucking interupt' I thought to myself as I took my coffee to the living room and took a seat on the sofa.
It was 9am, I started work in an hour. I began to think about how Sofia would be at school now, in her first class, the thought made me feel sick. She was a child.

Turning on the tv Pussay Cat's was on the news again. They had found the owner of the item that was left at the crime scene. 'Shit' I thought to myself 'that's Sofia's.' the news reader went on to talk about a 26 year old woman that was arrested in connection to the strip club murders, it was her necklace.
Leaning forward in my seat I was shocked 'it wasn't Sofia's necklace?'
I had to text her.

Jaxon; The necklace I took from your jewellery box, who did it belong to?

Nothing...
after a few minutes I text again.

Jaxon: answer me right this second or I will come down there.

Sofia: leave me alone. I'm at school.

No kisses.. she was furious at me, I didn't have time to dwell on the situation. I had to be at work soon.

Arriving at work I felt sick to my stomach. Would victim 1 & 2 be my responsibility today, or would they be with Bekah. I needed them to be with me, that much I knew.

Once in my office I sat at my desk and pulled up my case notes. Fiona Keys. This was victim 2, I knew her face well. I searched my other cases and couldn't find victim 1. Shit. I got up and made my way down to the freezers, she had to be there somewhere.

Frantically searching the morgue I came across a body, Everly Grey. I pulled open the door and out came the body laid on a tray, this was her, this was victim 1.
In a moment of madness I had an idea, I began searching my pockets, I grabbed out a red lipstick, the one I used on my victims, I had a plan.

I rubbed some lipstick into my finger and took Everly's hand, placing her nails on my finger I made sure to get the lipstick under her nails. This plan was fool proof, it would look like she had scratched her attacker, her attacker that was wearing red lip sticker. Her attacker that was obviously a female.
Feeling pleased with my quick thinking I pushed the body back in and shut the door.
"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind me making me jump. Fucking Bekah, had she seen? I don't think she did.
"Getting to work.." I said coldly as I put on my gloves and pulled out my first case.
"You're early, that's unusual." Bekah remarked as she pulled out victim 1.
We worked in silence, every now and then I glanced over to her, trying to judge her face. What was she thinking.

An hour later Ezra entered the room.
"So.. what are we thinking?" He asked as he walked over to where Bekah and I were working.
"Everly Grey" Bekah began as she looked at her notes. "Aged 27, Multiple blows to the face, no signs of strangulation, no sexual assault, no other signs of attack, just the blows to the face.. not sure on the cause of death." She continued looking confused "no drugs in the blood stream, no evidence of suffocation. This one has me stumped."

Of course it did, I knew we couldn't detect plant food in the blood stream, which was inevitably what killed Everly after I took out my frustration on her.

"Oh.." Bekah added "I did find lipstick under her finger nails, maybe she tried to grab her attacker?"
Ezra nodded "I will get forensics in here to take a look" he said and then he turned to me
"and victim 2?"
I played it cool. "Fiona Keys, 24 years old, no sexual assault, no drugs found in her system besides a slight trace of cocaine. Clear cause of death, strangulation." I replied to  Ezra as he took notes.
"Thanks guys" he said and then left.

It was 1pm, I needed a name for the owner of the necklace. I text Sofia again.

Jaxon: Give  me a fucking name Sofia, this is serious.

Sofia: Annabelle Reed.

Her reply was simple, she knew I needed her help.

Jaxon: do you have an address?

Sofia: she lives in the bed sit behind my house. Room 3. Now leave me alone.

I knew not to push, after telling her I had killed 3 women I didn't want to give her any ammunition to go to the police.
I grabbed my keys and headed out of work. I needed to fix this.

Sitting in my car outside the bed sit, I put on my hoodie, I put on some latex gloves and grabbed the lipstick from my pocket. I knew what I had to do.
A young girl around the age of 17 was leaving the bed sit, I watched her and grabbed the door before it had time to fully close, walking inside I looked for Annabelles room.
I tried the door, it was locked. I grabbed a safety pin and got to work picking the lock. It popped open and the door came open.

Walking inside the room I looked around, no photos, nothing personal in this room at all, just a bed, clothes, make up, jewellery, and strip outfits. A letter on the floor was addressed to Annabelle Reed. That's when I knew I was in the right place.

I took the lipstick from my pocket, wiped away my finger prints. I looked at the stripper outfit on the floor, this must have been the one she wore the night before. I smudged a little lipstick into the outfit, and placed the lipstick in her makeup bag. My job here was done.. I was pleased as shot with myself. Some times my quick thinking surprised even me.

I had one more thing to do, I got in my car and drove to St Liberty's hospital. I had to deal with victim 3.
It was getting late so I hoped it would be quiet there, I could just slip in and out, unseen. I backed around the corner and began to walk to the hospital.

I was in victim 3's room, watching her, the machines keeping her alive.. I didn't feel on bit of pity or regret, my old regret was that she was in a hospital and not in my cell.
The notes at the bottom of the bed had her name on, Ella McRode's.
"I'm so sorry Ella" I whispered as I grabbed her breathing tube and squeezed it, her machine started to beep more and more rapidly. She needed to hurry up and die already, I couldn't risk getting caught.
It felt like it took hours! But it must have been a matter of minutes before her heart stopped to beat, I left the room, hid in the janitor closet and several nurses ran towards Ella's room.
My job here was done.

After getting home I fell asleep on the sofa, it had been a long day.
Waking up I saw the 10pm news was on, there was a face on the tv, bellow her face were the words 'strip club murderer uncovered' the news reader began
"An arrest has been made in connection to the strip club murders, Annabelle Reed, aged 26, a stripper from Twinkle Lights has officially been charged. Officers searching her house found an item linked to the murders, Annabelle is pleading not guilty but the evidence against is too much, she has now been remanded in police custody, following the death of a third victim in hospital tonight her murder charge has now gone up to 3."

A smile spread across my face, they had found the lipstick. Victim 3 was dead, she could never wake up and possibly remember what I had done. My plan had worked. I was off the hook! 'You are smart son of bitch' I  thought to myself as I took a sip of whiskey from the bottle and picked up my phone. There was a text.

Sofia: the club got raided. I've been fired for being under age. X

Jaxon: that's good. You don't belong there sweetheart.

Sofia: you've ruined my life Jaxon.

Jaxon: let me pick you up. We can talk about this.

Nothing.. 20 minutes passed, still no message from Sofia. I headed up for a shower.

1am I checked my phone again. Still nothing. Was she ignoring me?

Jaxon: sweetheart?

Still nothing.. I gave up, I got into bed and called it a night.